Read the essay at Amethyst Review (December 2023)
In this essay, I explore the feeling of walking into a crime scene—one which has a deep, personal connection, as this is in the parish hall of our church, where my husband serves as Vicar.
Under cover of darkness, the ghosts in this World War II era building stood by and watched desperate living search for means to tame their addiction. In the warmth of daylight, those of us in the moment worked to cover the material violence with dedication and care, to erase a stain upon the generations of laughter and love, and memories still unfolding…
