• Don’t look now

I don’t know why my mother turned to wave at the former church organist, still under a cloud after his arrest for possession of child pornography. My mom says she does: “I stopped to say hello, and then the Lord pushed me.” Still in her choir robe, she tumbled down the wrought-iron steps from the church balcony. It was late on Christmas Eve 2006, and my sister sounded weary when she called to tell me mom was in the ER with a broken hip.

“Broken pelvis,” my mom would correct, then and now.