Let’s Talk About Grief (if you’re up for it).
I am standing in the kitchen in my slippers eating peanut butter on toast, waiting for my tea to cool enough to sip. Its steam unfurls from a tall cup on the counter like the first ferns at the end of winter.
My youngest is ambling through the house; a teenage zombie looking for his phone. I glance at the clock on the wall and it stares back, unflinchingly.