The Morning After My Sister’s Funeral Her Boss Called Me With a Warning Not to Tell My Family

feels like weather as insult: cold, windy, and lit by a bright hard sun that made everything too sharp and too clear when everything inside you wanted fog. I stood near the front of the gathered crowd, close enough to hear the pastor but far enough from my brother Mitchell and his wife Beth that I didn’t have to watch their faces. I had spent fifteen continue reading …