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

children, small and not ostentatious, things to be worn rather than displayed. Andrew had given it to my mother, which Charles said was, knowing his son, probably not a casual gesture.

I thought about my mother wearing it every day until she died. I thought about the weight of what she carried, that small piece of metal against her skin, the name it continue reading …