My Father Said I Was An Accident At A Family Barbecue Until I Responded

careful cursive on the front.

For Myra, when she’s ready.

“She told me to give it to you when you needed it,” Carol said. “I think you need it.”

I did not open it that night. I sat in Carol’s driveway for twenty minutes with the engine off, holding a letter written to me from the other side of death, and tried to understand what kind of woman plans this continue reading …