I Said Goodbye To My Husband Six Months Ago Until I Heard His Voice In A Grocery Store

with a rubber band, because he had always said he would organize them “this weekend.”

There is always a weekend promised by men who never intend to keep it.

I went to the grocery store on a Wednesday because grief does not refill the refrigerator. The store was busy in that quiet late-afternoon way, retired couples comparing prices, mothers pushing carts continue reading …