Exhuming love

Sometimes on my walks, I even leave my phone at home.…I KNOW! Lately, I’ve been trying to imagine my phone in my hand as a strong cocktail — do I really need to take this cocktail on a walk with me? Yikes. Do I really need to have this cocktail in my hand while I’m hugging my son? Eep. Is 7am really a good time for a cocktail? Barf.

This forgotten jewelry box holds my grandmother's ghost

Suddenly, I heard a weird tinkly noise. I have a new phone, and it makes weird tinkly noises I don't recognize, but this wasn't one. I wandered through the house trying to track down the noise, and found it coming from our bedroom… in my closet… on top of my drawers.

The jewelry box I hadn't touched in almost a decade was playing music. What the fuck?