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

a way to shape itself around what had been broken.

Sometimes justice looks like a courtroom. Sometimes it looks like a signed paper. Sometimes it looks like a door staying closed to the wrong person at the right time.

And sometimes, if you are very lucky, it looks like a garden finally blooming because you didn’t rush it.

I woke the next morning and made continue reading …