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

because she wanted it to lie correctly was soaked dark. I could see a photograph peeking out from between the warped pages, David at six years old holding up a lopsided clay bowl, and beside him Barbara, kneeling, and she was actually smiling in the way people smile when they are not thinking about being photographed.

I stood in that alley for a moment continue reading …