After losing my newborn son, I gave everything away to a struggling mother—by morning, dozens of strollers covered my lawn, each holding a sealed box

come, and neither did sleep.

The drive home from visiting the cemetery blurred together. Most days had blurred together since the funeral. I took the long route past the strip mall because being inside the house felt like drowning in slow motion.

That was when I saw her. A young woman sat on the curb outside the grocery store. And she wasn’t alone. A continue reading …