Daily Archives: August 2, 2018

It’s February 1991. Nana’s house isn’t on my list of favorite places to go, and nearly every justification I have for the sentiment is rooted in the pungency of cigarette smoke. It permeates every room here, like paint on the walls. Thankfully, we don’t go to Nana’s often, even though it’s just a mile away from our house, but we’re here today, on McCall Road. My dad knocks on the weary white door at the […]

The Stink of Smoke