One of My Triplet Sons Died Shortly After Birth — Then, on Their 18th Birthday, I Found a Gift Box on My Doorstep Labeled “Happy Birthday, Brothers.”

Laughing is a better hallway than a funeral.”

The porch light hummed.

A moth did something foolish.

We let it.

If someone asks how many children I have, I say three.

If they ask ages, I say eighteen, eighteen, and eighteen.