At My Son’s Celebration, My Sister-in-Law Took the Microphone

think it means more work. I like doors. I want as many as I can open before I die.’”

The room went dead quiet again.

Not the ugly silence from before.

A different one.

My hand went to my mouth so hard I tasted lipstick.

Mason had written that at our kitchen table in red dinosaur pajamas while eating dry cereal from a coffee mug because we’d run out of bowls.continue reading …