The best ham in Louisville’s in a deli in the back of a liquor store, no signs, salty-sweet and heavenly cold on a biscuit, made for picnics in the March sunlight, made for walking, and even these moments must be remembered.

Email request for a reading—then two days later, Devin, the medium, 56, [who predicted Max’s death, and said she would come back and kill her ex] died in his sleep.

Thank you for your message. I will be out of sage by September.

My daughter won’t crawl.

“I’ll take the hands and backs of the young gods, we’ll level out my heart, we’ll uncarve this wood”