Sally was a warrior. A saint sent to this world to love. To give love, to teach love, to receive love, to be love. She was my Sally girl. A special soul with a wise way about her. She was graceful. She was brave. She was gentle. She was fierce. She was an observer and… Continue reading Sally
I remember being holed up in our bedroom alone in the daytime darkness on the bed. My knees curled up to shelve my laptop as I stared at a blank screen, willing the strength and clarity to come to me. The buzz of our house reminding me my reality was not a bad dream. This was actually… Continue reading Deathiversary
I’ve been meaning to write. Really, I have. I spent a lot of energy telling people about my big plans for post-employment writing when I quit my job following the death of my husband. People were comforted in knowing I had a plan that didn’t sound completely loony and I was comforted in knowing people… Continue reading A blog.
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