I Walked Into A Jewelry Shop To Sell My Mother’s Necklace Until The Jeweler Turned Pale

eleven years after that, through the college dorm and the first apartment and the marriage and the divorce, and it had not explained anything yet. It had just been a piece of her, the last one I still had, and I wore it on hard days and kept it wrapped in tissue on the ones when I was afraid of losing it.

By February of that year, most days were hard continue reading …