“Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts from the arm of a prickly pear. How I loved those flower moments, like when he pointed out the moon and Jupiter, but they were rare, and never to be expected.” SiblingsColorsDesert BloomsJoseph EdelsteinRare Mom Book:The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake Source: The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake