An Elderly Woman Warned Me Not To Touch The Snow—The Next Morning, I Understood Why

to the city museum, just because I could—just because nobody was going to ask me where I’d been or why I’d gone or whether I’d remembered to do the thing they needed before I left.

One evening in June, Mrs. Higgins came over for tea on the porch. The air smelled of lilacs from the bush I’d planted that spring—the first thing I’d ever planted for no continue reading …