cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

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The backyard looked beautiful that afternoon, and that is the detail I still hate remembering.

Not because beauty did anything wrong, but because my mind keeps placing those warm little lights beside the worst sound I have ever heard. The string lights Derek had spent an hour hanging from the maple tree to the garage. The white tablecloths I ironed continue reading …