At My Husband’s Funeral, My Son Whispered Six Words

I nodded at all of them.

And I went home and I listened to every recording on that device three more times.

The Cab Pulled Up to My Sister’s

Lupita opened the door before I knocked. She’d been watching from the window.

“Mariana. Oh, my god. Come in, come in.”

She’d made coffee. The whole apartment smelled like it.

“Sit. Tell me. How was it. Was it terrible.continue reading …