My Seventy Eight Year Old Neighbor Gave Me A Key To Her Shed And I Was Not Ready For What I Found

and we would talk about ordinary topics, my work, the street, the changing of the flower beds she maintained with the exacting seasonal care of a person who believes that attention paid to small things is not small.

She was a widow. Her husband had been gone some years and she did not talk about this with grief so much as with the settled acceptance continue reading …