My Parents’ Room: How I Remember It

Sitting on my parents’ bed.

My parents’ bedroom was precisely that — a room for their bed, as little else could fit in there — just two dressers and a record player/tape deck/radio. Their bed always seemed huge to me. It dominated the space with its flattened pillows and well-worn sheets — sheets that were hung out to be sun-dried on the clothesline in our back yard — sheets, their details fading, that were sometimes folded up and then spread out in…