I had lied to my mom about not thinking about my own funeral. I’d been planning it since I was a teenager, at least the more fashionable aspects of it, dreaming about it the way some girls imagine what they want their wedding or bachelorette party to look like. Sounds a bit macabre, but I’m a firm believer that one should never leave any major life events to chance or to others.
Nonfiction
Ghosted
My husband would set a wine glass on the mantle only to find it later on a side table. Doors opened themselves, and periodically books just up and went somewhere.
In the Heart
The Internet bloomed with short films of cars and buses traveling narrow, uneven roads carved into cliff sides thousands of feet above certain death.