I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

conversation, the shift and creak of a room settling into itself around an occasion. I was standing in the corridor off the narthex when my cousin appeared in the doorway with an expression I had not seen on her face in the years I had known her, the pale, stricken expression of someone who has just seen something they cannot un-see.

“Lacy,” she said.continue reading …