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After Grandma died my sister said, We need to send Uncle Larry cards, keep him happy, and I said, I don’t think that he was ever happy and she said, We should all send him cards even just postcards and I said, That’s sweet but I’m going to go in a different direction and she went ahead and sent him a birthday card in November and then a Hanukkah card and then a New Year’s card and then a Valentine and finally received a reply, a note in the mail addressed to her, an almost empty envelope with a post-it inside that said, Please stop sending cards they’re stuffing up my postbox, and while that is an excellent reason to dislike someone, he changed our lives twenty or maybe eighteen seventeen sixteen years later because he put all of us in his will.

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Aaron Rabinowitz writes poetry, creative nonfiction, and fiction. He won Meridian’s Short Prose Prize, PRISM international’s Creative Nonfiction Contest, and CANSCAIP’s Writing for Children Competition. He has held residencies in British Columbia, California, and Oregon, and is currently a writer-in-residence at the Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity. His work is published or forthcoming in Grain, The Malahat Review, The Masters Review, Cherry Tree, Acta Victoriana, and elsewhere.