My dog wanders around the house bumping into things. The furniture is rearranged; cardboard boxes and plastic bins sprout and disappear overnight. Mudprints colonize the kitchen floor, the bathtub fills with dirt. Now there is a matter of perception. My younger daughter spots a stain at the bottom of a mug. I squeegie it with a soapy sponge and rub the inside thoroughly with a … [Read more...] about A trickle of consciousness in a sea of grief