Nonfiction from Lori Brack

The Ground, Remembering (Photo: Adam Littman Davis)

Between birth and the Siamese kitten I begged for when I was five, there were ants: an unending caravan of them plying the beveled crack in the concrete patio where I knelt, sun baking my dark hair…

Nonfiction from Lori Brack

I remember this moment in my life. What a delicate, beautiful piece of writing! It’s so hard to touch these moments with words. I just wanted to share it with more people cause it’s awesome! Read the entire piece here.

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