It is my own personal belief that you are not truly sad unless you can successfully cry in the shower. You see, there's something about having warm tears purge from your eyes, rolling down, following the curves of your face, that contain the satisfying reassurance that yes, everything is, in fact, falling apart and, this is sadness.
Read MoreIt's not customary to request a dance floor at the wake of a loved one but, in our family the word 'customary' is a term whose definition has been humorously rewritten so many times during the Dictionary game, that the standing definition is whatever summons a closed mouth smile.
Read More"Noni died at 11:30 this morning. Sorry I tried to call you and Alison."
I receive these small, black words in a text message from my dad just after I put the car in park in front of the Valley Grocery.
There's this book I picked up in Fayetteville, West Virginia in a diner that had been built in side an old church, that was also a plastic mug souvenir shop and a used book store. It's called "The Big Wave" by Pearl S. Buck.
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