Control

There is beauty in choosing when you can’t. Listen: I thought dad had some, idled at those lights. And I would sit, buckled in back, and wait for his fingers to snap. And then our signal lit green as he smiled and eased us out into the world. It wasn’t all sorrow I found when […]

Procession

We wound our way through side streets— a coffin caravan, hazard lights parade. A man planting trees in a manicured lawn put down his shovel, stopped digging the hole as we made our way to another, stood up, and placed his hand over his heart as we passed. Can you make a better eulogy than […]