After We Laid My Daughter To Rest, My Son-in-law Told Me I Had 60 Days To Leave

a week after that, spreading sketches across the table and talking about light and negative space and how silence feels different when you’re alone versus when you’re with someone who knows the silence too.

We started an informal workshop in the garage, and two neighbors joined, and then a retired music teacher wandered in with cookies and stayed to continue reading …