My daughter-in-law stopped me from seeing my grandkids over a photo on Facebook – so I made sure she got a wake-up call.

the screenshot.

It looked brighter under our old ceiling light than it had at the beach. Too bright, maybe.

The kind of color I would have walked past in a store ten years earlier, laughing at myself for even touching the hanger.

George had chosen it.

“Mary,” he had said in that tiny motel room by the Gulf, holding it up like it was something precious,continue reading …