Over the years I’ve thought often about this moment: Thanks for reading Danielle’s Newsletter! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. SCENE: I am sixteen years old. I feel stricken and deeply uneasy. I had only been in a funeral home two other times. This my third time. My best friend at my side. I feel her unease, the way that she keeps shifting her weight and moving her feet. We both are taking it all in, looking around at the grave scene.
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