Buying a nice candle is a small comfort at a time when days blend into each other, stringing themselves together to form one huge, interminable bummer
Something was missing from Elizabeth Black’s car.
In July, she and her husband had sold their house in Seattle and packed up all of their belongings, which the movers would bring to Boston. The couple decided to drive there, and in the car were just the necessities: their two labradors, two suitcases, an ice cooler. But Black couldn’t hit the road without one other thing.
