Guinea Pig in Space

I watched Mean Girls the night my mom died. I’d been at her house for the entire day (she received in-home hospice care). It was utterly depressing, for obvious reasons and also because a double-wide trailer in the frozen pine barrens of east-central Wisconsin is not a fun place to be. I couldn’t bear to spend the night, so I drove home early that evening. My husband got home from work, and we…