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

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I asked, in a voice that surprised me with its steadiness, whether anyone would like to see what a sixty-year-old woman did with presents made by her twelve-year-old granddaughter.

The first photograph appeared. The jewelry box, its painted flowers smeared with lipstick, nestled in coffee grounds inside a dumpster. Gasps moved through the group continue reading …