Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, July 21, 2016
"And this website, where they show everyone who's buried in this cemetery," continues my father, talking about the woman after whom my sister is named, "says that it's spelled A-L-I-N-E, Aline." He pronounces it "A-lean."
"Don't you think it should be spelled A-L-E-N-E, when you hear that?" my mom asks, trying to enlist support.
"I hear that you're trying to rename your child who is a full grown adult," Katie says, smiling.