While Cleaning My Husband’s Car, I Accidenta…

made, the low-grade friction of any long marriage.

Perhaps it was the way I had become, without meaning to, very still.

A stillness that read to someone paying attention as unusual.

He said one evening while we were loading the dishwasher, “You okay? You seem quiet.”

“Long week,” I said, and handed him a plate.

He accepted that. He wanted to accept that.continue reading …