Teresa

I crumpled the last paper into a ball and threw it into the trash basket beside me.

I was trying to prepare a suitable note for my husbands to commemorate twelve years together as married couples, but the words weren’t flowing as I wanted.

I leaned back in the desk chair in my room, turning it this way and that way as I stared at the reflection of the Luna who stared back at me.

The woman who had gone through a lot but was still standing, despite it all. The woman who had ...