May 23, 2015 The water bottle is crinkling. Around it, conversation is soft, muted, somber– but there’s no […]
death
There was a pair of shoes at Nordstrom’s last week that Dave would have loved, but I didn’t […]
My cats didn’t eat my husband’s dead body. I asked. The very nice lady said she would have […]
In the copshop, in RC– Fire Camp Training at the California Institute for Women. Mr. Darr leaned in […]
And then he died. Without explanation. Without her. Suddenly. While she was away. It was kidney failure. It […]
