I am enrolled in three classes. This does not go well with trying to process losing a husband. However, one of my classes is quite practical. It’s called Understanding Gender Identity. I chose it because I want to be up-to-date on the ever-changing vocabulary that goes with sexual identity. To me, referring to a single person as “they” does not come easily.
My own vocabulary is challenging at this moment. My apartment is no longer ours. It’s mine. We don’t have tickets to a concert, I do.
And when I went to a dinner party last weekend, there were five people, not six, although in my heart, Peter was there. He would have loved the conversation.
And the dinner.