In this story I shifted my attention to the young woman –a nurse or a volunteer– who sat beside me and held my hand throughout abortion.
Zona. I have always thought that names of diseases sound so beautiful. This is the story of a disease that lives with me.
"Not Forgotten: Another Glimpse into the Funeral Industry" is a new work of flash nonfiction from our columnist Hollace Sheppard.
"And these are the things I carry: the memories of those gone before us; the names of those entrusted to me to care for."
"We were constantly in fear of her hitting or pushing a friend, destroying a friend's toy, or throwing a block at someone’s head. We started to isolate ourselves because we were embarrassed of how our child acted around others."
