Sick and tired of the string of losses and constant heartbreak over the past couple of years, I literally went to the dogs this weekend. Continue reading “To the dogs”
I was happy to finally be landing at my home airport yesterday after a short but exhausting business trip, this time to the West Coast for another one-day client event that meant tacking on two additional days just for travel. Continue reading “Plane talk”
My friend and I went over to her mom’s place this week to cleanse her apartment.
I don’t mean “clean,” I mean, help her give the old heave-ho to some evil spirits lurking in her bedroom.
I decided to thin out my filing cabinet this weekend and came across my husband’s passport.
It was a wrench, I’m not gonna lie. Continue reading “Passed port”
I was standing in front of the refrigerator holding a jar of salsa that I am sure, had been purchased sometime during the Eisenhower administration.
(Ok, so they didn’t have salsa back then.)
I am well into my second year since my husband’s passing, and alternate between thinking it’s getting better with days of blinding, debilitating despair.
It’s like that famous drawing – you look one way and see a fresh young maiden, tilt your gaze ever so slightly, a crone. Continue reading “Maiden vs Crone”