Month: August 2017

500 Days

.Reading time 5 minutes.

Today marks Day 500 since I lost A.  Lost him.  Such a stupid phrase, when it feels more that he was ripped from our lives, his passing leaving jagged scars and empty spaces in our lives. 500 days.  That’s almost long enough to carry two babies to term.  It’s more than two-and-a half school years.  […]

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Leprechauns, Lobstah Rolls and Laughter

.Reading time 11 minutes.

I recently traveled to Maine for an annual girl’s weekend that has been happening since 1984, I believe.  What initially began as my grandmother, aunts, and some friends deciding that a weekend at the beach was just what the doctor ordered, it has morphed into what can only be considered a fairly significant event involving […]

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Naked Truth

.Reading time 7 minutes.

I looked at myself naked in my bathroom mirror the other day. Really looked at myself. And, in some ways, it’s as if I’m seeing myself for the very first time. Have my boobs always looked like that, or have even they changed since A’s death?  They just look different to me somehow.  Are they […]

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