Between sips of Folgers from their lipstick rimmed styrofoam cups, my grandmother and some of her sisters held court and gossiped mercilessly from their middle pew in the funeral home chapel. One particularly tearful woman caught the worst of...
I had asked her to come to have someone to talk to that didn’t only want to talk about details of what their coins bought on their video game. My friend, Lisa, sat next to me in the recliner. I hadn’t even gotten myself dressed that day. She jumped...