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

with sleepy toddlers, an old country song playing softly from the ceiling speakers. I remember thinking how offensive it was that the world could look so completely ordinary.

I turned into the canned goods aisle with a list in my hand and a heaviness in my chest. Tomato sauce. Chicken broth. Coffee filters. All the small objects of survival.

Then I heard continue reading …