The year after my mom died, I found solace in sculpting babies made from clay.
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Vera’s is no longer the dive bar I remember. Although a cloud of dust still lingers in the light of neon signs, everything is just a little…
The shovel shivers in her hands, wedge shaped head chipping its teeth against the frozen ground. Hands, numb with unraveling…