The best of these are broken

There are two things people say to me in this first week. In addition to the chorus line of I’m so sorrys and god is mysterious that I receive, people either put their hand on my shoulder and say you’re so strong, Anna. Or they squeeze my own hand and stress – you must rememberContinue reading “The best of these are broken”

We have an idea of goodbyes

I am watching the coffee stain my fingers as you lay dying on the gravel. It is a morning of bright blue promise. The breakfast show host is laughing at his own joke and I smile at the television without hearing the punch line.  Next up a story on how most women do not wearContinue reading “We have an idea of goodbyes”