Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

of the shovel, my shoulders grew warm under my wool sweater, the steady rhythm taking the place of the thoughts that had kept me awake.

I dug five inches deep, placing each small bulb with its pointed end facing upward toward the sky.

I covered them with the cool, dark soil, pressing it down firmly with my palms to protect them from the winter frost.continue reading …