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

it, and later that night, listening back to figure out which sections Emma wanted to work on, I had heard voices in the background. Barbara’s voice, clear and unhurried, talking to someone in another room while I had apparently been carrying my phone through the house.

Can you imagine, Barbara’s recorded voice had said, and then a little laugh, the continue reading …