The Good Widow

by Liz Fenton

But now I realize that lies, even

small, well-meaning ones, just pile up until they eventually topple over.

I plan to do the hike like

Cheryl fucking Strayed.

fear only lives where you let it. That they can do anything they set their minds to.”

I’m stronger than I’ve ever given myself credit for. I

I’ve figured out a funny little secret about life: Even if you stay on the sidewalks and pay your bills on time and use hand sanitizer, bad things still happen.

your fate will still find you, no matter how much you hide from it.