The Urn

The Urn

I knew the difference between what a grieving widow should look like and what she actually looked like. I can’t be ashamed to say I erred in favor of the former. You can avoid puffy, sunken eyes and skin dried out from crying if you want to. Continue reading The Urn

Black Cat

Black Cat

“Don’t trust anything that loves you, silly girl. If it loves you, it needs you for something. It will use you for something.” But then I would think, “Mimi must love me.” Why else would you cling to a thing so tightly? Especially a thing like me. Continue reading Black Cat

Picture Perfect

At odd moments throughout his days, he would stare up at her – pasted neatly next to sleek cover designs and color palettes – and he would think about determination. Or being happy for other people. Or paying more attention to other people. Continue reading Picture Perfect

Morris

Morris

There were two kinds of people as far as he was concerned: Those who never pay attention to anything but themselves, and those who pay too much attention to everyone but themselves. Morris hated both kinds. Continue reading Morris