I opened my eyes and saw a paramedic kneeling beside me.
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I opened my eyes and saw a paramedic kneeling beside me.
My loving, difficult sister offered to come the weekend before my first child’s birth.
Months after my 37-year-old husband dies, I discover the borrowed Vivaldi album tucked among our other LPs.
Desperate, I tell Alexa, “Play some music.” Truth Hurts by Lizzo comes on.
“Have faith in me,” he said when he hit on the Next Big Thing. “We will be richer than you could ever imagine.”
Before starting my morning ritual, I wipe down the counters. Greasy streaks snake across the countertops, evidence of my husband’s effort to clean up the kitchen the night before.