I Walked Into My Ex Husband’s Funeral With Five Children Until He Saw Their Faces and Everything Changed

from hospital soap, my hair falling out in clumps from stress and hormones and the particular kind of fear that belongs to a mother who cannot hold all of her children at once and must choose which one to sit beside while the others sleep in plastic boxes down the hall.

But they lived. All five of them lived. And every day they looked more like their continue reading …