Three Bags of Cashews and a Dishonest Sister In Law at the Wedding

how many times it was washed.

It felt heavier today, or perhaps my arms were simply tired from the long weeks of carrying the weight of Clara’s wedding plans on my shoulders.

I rinsed the bowl one last time, the warm water running clear off the smooth glaze, and set it carefully on the wooden drying rack by the window.

With a clean, faded dish towel, continue reading …