I ran home ducking my head, waiting for the sky to fall.
Would my mother's best friend have killed herself if it had happened a day earlier?
In the Midwest, we liked how he talked: his vigah.
My mother almost crashed into another car when her hands flew off the steering wheel at hearing the news. The other driver gave her a dirty look but at some point that day understood. I imagine it was part of that woman's story of the day for the rest of her life. It's part of Annie's story, now. How often we are bit players. Read More