It slides across my skin like suntan oil;  It fills all my pores. Quietly. Like sunburn, I feel it at night when the sheets rake my skin. Grief reminds me when I pull on clean clothes and cotton punishes me for the monotony of living. Grief is my sister’s quivering voice, steadfast and duty-bound. Sand […]

On the morning of my sister Lauren’s death; after horrendous phone calls; after fumbling to get dressed; after frantically driving to the hospital; after running down the hall; after standing in her ICU room crying and talking while her body lay there waiting for an autopsy (as though it was perfectly normal to stand in […]