[contextly_auto_sidebar] When you're old, dreams become your memories. The mother raises her voice from another room while you're alone at the table. The father drives a Buick with you on the bench seat so close that your thighs touch -- or is that what you think should have happened? The brother who bites you is missing, and you're frantic. A phone call next afternoon finds him, and we share how it feels to be together in various times. The teachers, they come back too. I cannot focus their faces, in the way we use tricks to pretend … [Read more...]