At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News

potluck and discovered Alaskans put salmon into places I would never have imagined voluntary. I took long evening walks past the harbor and learned which mountains disappeared first when weather came down low.

In Chicago, grief had felt crowded.

Everyone knew my history there. Tom’s death. Emily’s childhood. The years at the hospital.

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