Six Weeks After My Wife’s Memorial, My Son Said We Were Selling the House Without Knowing I Had Already Moved

didn’t respond, but I thought she was right.

That’s how it is now. Small moments. Honest ones. Choices that accumulate into something that can hold together over time, which is the only thing I ever understood about building anything worth building.

I talk to Margaret on the long walks, along the creek or through the birches or down the road toward the continue reading …