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

had measured her height as if people might keep growing if they keep hoping.

I paused in her old room, which I had stopped calling her room and started calling the studio because the word felt like a promise forward, not back.

The ceramic horse sat on the shelf again, right where it had been since she was thirteen, watching over a life that had found continue reading …