Panic in the produce aisle: dealing with loss at the holidays

I think it was mostly about the way the collar of her denim shirt was flipped up all wonky on one side.

I couldn’t stop staring at the woman in the Whole Foods. I watched her shuffle along, pushing one of those tiny carts with just a few lemons and a box of salad in it.

Her hair was thin and silvery and it flippedin at her jawline in a way that thin hair doesn’t do naturally. She must usethose pink plastic foamy rollers. I would find those little rollers randomly strewn around my house after...