The River God’s Daughters

BY TABITHA LAWRENCE

Gifts from my mother: coarse tangles of hair in clumps and spirals, soft helmet of frizz, lavender tinged legs, big Italian snoz. Lots of sisters and, much later, lots of brothers. And something else, but I can’t put my finger on it. Sometimes she speaks of things as though I should know what she’s talking about and I wonder if I do, somewhere in the tide pools in the back of my mind.