“Have you ever seen a ghost?” I had slipped out to the back porch and posed the question to my Grandpa as he sipped a Manhattan. Dinner was over, and my mom and Grandma were lounging in the living room with their evening wine. He paused, his glass suspended at his lips for a long ...

Content Warning: contains references to assault, drug use, death of a parent, and child abuse. When we spotted her, she sat in the corner. A tiny child holding a doll, she picked its poofed hair with the ferocity of potential future trichotillomania. Her skin’s patches of white and darker tan contrasted with the doll’s color ...