Volume 2 July

Volume 2 July

The first thing I ever took was a tiny porcelain duck from my grandmother.

She had a shelf in her powder blue bathroom with grandmother-scented soaps, pink tissues, and three little ceramic ducks. I had coveted those tiny beautiful things for years, ever since I was tall enough to reach the shelf and admire what rested there. They had simple, crude beaks, large eyes, and they flat bottomed as though swimming on whichever surface they were placed, but I loved them...