While Preparing My Husband For Burial I Discovered Coordinates That Changed Everything

that resembled rest without being it. He had always worn his hair a certain way, not long exactly but full enough, swept back from his ears and temples with the comfortable certainty of a man who had found a style in his thirties and saw no reason to revise it. I raised my hand and smoothed it the way I had done thousands of times, mornings before continue reading …