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

oatmeal and coffee and read the letter Denise had written me one more time.

“Do the verb,” she had said, because she knew love without structure is just a wish.

So I kept doing it.

In small ways and big ones.

In a signature that said no to someone who counted on my silence.

In a check that sent someone to a class they could not have taken this year.

In the continue reading …