Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

sat under a stack of winter scarves, its blue fabric worn down to the grey thread at the corners.

I lifted the small lid and took out the pearl earrings, holding them in my open palm. They were small, slightly yellowed by thirty years of storage, and one of the silver backs was loose.

I held them up next to my ears, wondering if they looked too old-fashioned continue reading …