Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

on a schedule or because everyone would prefer it to.

But there were also other moments.

Barbara at Emma’s dance recital in the third row, holding a bouquet of slightly wilted flowers she had forgotten to put in water, crying without any apparent concern for her mascara when Emma took her bow. I missed a lot, she said afterward, pressing the flowers continue reading …