This time we know it’s the last time. We make our way to the lake, driving through pouring rain for most of the way. When…
Apollo
My husband meets me in the hallway when I wake up. “There’s something wrong with Apollo,” he tells me, worry on his face. “What?” I…
The Last Time
I ride with my sister to your house on a day in late September. It isn’t the house from my childhood, but I’m still sad…
Loss
The thunder wakes me on the day of your funeral. It is the kind of thunder that shakes the house, the kind of lightning you…