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

when Grandma let me lick the frosting spoon when Mom wasn’t looking, and when she showed me how to fold napkins into swans, and when she told the story about Dad falling in the pool in his good suit.” She paused. “I put everything in here so she’d have something to look at. So she’d remember.”

The room that was left was quiet.

Emma looked directly at continue reading …