What is lost in the river is all the things thrown or dropped or tossed: keys and beer bottles and a silver-plated bracelet with a clasp that came undone and someone’s bag they didn’t want, a plastic bag filled with mewling things, and here…
The first time my mother takes my oldest sister down into the embalming room, I am hidden away upstairs, staring at my ceiling. My sister has just returned home from getting her degree in mortuary science, so she has a depth of understanding about…
Our friends owned a cabin five hours from the closest gas station, seven hours if the forest service road was closed, and there was a group of us who’d drive up every year after the kids got out of school, skipping the Last Day…
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