My Sister Called to Say Mom Had Died, While Mom Was Standing Right Beside Me

the sky. Cars filled the lot. Church ladies in dark dresses and elaborate hats gathered in clusters, murmuring softly, clutching programs. This church had known my mother for decades. She had taught Sunday school here. Led the choir. Brought casseroles to half these people when their lives cracked open.

Today, according to Dominique, they were burying continue reading …