I washed or threw away my moldy clothes from Hawaii, then settled back in with work. I’d lost so many mental threads along the way and I couldn’t pick them up. I needed boxes. My mind wanted to talk about the last two weeks; my heart just wanted to hear Jon’s voice. I’d left him another message t...
I pulled up the street in an old residential neighborhood in Altadena and stopped at the cemetery office. It was locked up, so I took a plot map from the holder by the front door. Her grave was all the way in the back, in an old family plot in the original area from the late 1800s. She was buried...