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

love and they had been the same choices, indistinguishable from each other in the moment of making them, and that her silence had been both a protection and a cost and that she had died carrying the weight of that calculation and I would never be able to ask her whether she thought it had been worth it.

I thought about that a great deal in the first continue reading …