Baby Funerals

The parking lot is dead. The relentless crunch of salt between the tires and the stained asphalt is like nails on a chalkboard. Amongst 50 parking slots, only two are taken. We take the third. The grand, brick building before us flaunts its stately pillars, glass-paned double doors, and immaculately bush-lined walkway. Putting the carContinue reading “Baby Funerals”