The Summer Judy Fell Out of Window and My Hair Turned White

An autofiction*

Photo by Sophie Dale on Unsplash

When we were small we used to leap down the stairs, taking the steps two by two. We interrupted, talked over, spoke in singsong or staccato depending on what the situation required— our voices louder than bombs. We wore puffy flight jackets, men’s sweatshirts, baggy jeans and sneakers we found in dollar bins that pinched …