Two Days After Grandma’s Funeral My Brother Asked About The Money But I Was Already One Step Ahead

words underneath in crooked letters that said my grandma Beatrice is the bravest woman I know because she knew when to leave and when to come back.

I framed it that evening.

Six months later Emily asked to speak with me alone in the backyard.

“I want you to know I’m in therapy too,” she said. “Individual therapy. I’m dealing with my control, my insecurity.continue reading …