When My Son Said I Could Leave My Own Home He Did Not Expect What Happened Next

for the season but the stems are still standing, dry and brown, waiting to be cleared. The kitchen window is dark. The hallway is lit by the lamp I leave on at night because I like the way it catches the edge of the wedding photograph on the mantel, the way it makes Frank’s face visible from the kitchen doorway, steady and familiar and still, after continue reading …