I Taught My Son to Ride and Three Weeks Later I Had to Bury His Helmet

who had come from four states.

I walked with my hand on the hearse door.

I did not let go of that door for eight miles.

Four months later I sat in a courtroom across the aisle from the woman who killed my son.

Her name was Rachel Bosworth. Forty-two years old. A dental hygienist. Divorced six years. She had a sixteen-year-old son named Marcus.

She had, continue reading …