She Said I Couldn’t Hold The Baby Because Of “Germs” — The Real Reason Broke My Heart

something that smelled like garlic and butter, and a child was shouting at someone two floors down in the particular gleeful way of children who have not yet learned to moderate their volume.

I had lost a husband, a sister, a version of my future I had believed in.

What I had not lost was the wanting. The capacity for it. The direction it pointed.

I don’t continue reading …