One of my twin daughters passed away three years ago, but on her first day of first grade, her teacher remarked, “Both of your daughters are excellent students.”

does not care about reason, and my sorrow had located the single gap it could squeeze inside.

“I require a genetic swab,” I stated, staring at the roof.

Cole stayed silent for such a long period that I assumed he had drifted to sleep.

Next he whispered, “Tess…”

“I know exactly what you will state, Cole. That I am losing control. That this is mourning. continue reading …