Where did you get that ring

sprinklers.

It shows Diane at nine, crying because she lost the school spelling bee.

It shows Caleb at four, asleep against your chest with one fist tangled in your shirt.

It asks: How did those children become the people who left you on a bench?

By morning, I had no answer.

At seven, Margaret knocked and brought coffee.

“Today may be difficult,” she said.continue reading …