The Collected Regrets of Clover

by Mikki Brammer

Grief plays tricks on you that way—a familiar whiff of cologne or a potential sighting of your person in a crowd,

People weren’t usually looking for a commentary to these sorts of revelations. They just needed someone to sit and listen to them without judgment. It’s tempting to try to fix it, to cheer them up. But the truth is, you’ll never find the right thing to say—because the right thing doesn’t exist.