My Daughter Went to the Father Daughter Dance Alone Until a Dozen Marines Walked In

was clear and I drove carefully, the way I always drove with her in the car, and I thought about how I would make two cups of coffee in the morning, and how I would check the front lock before bed, and how Keith’s boots would still be by the door, and how all of these things were both true and also fine, were both grief and also love, were the shape continue reading …