Time Marches On
Time passes, people heal, but where love resided, grief remains.
Read MoreMy world shattered when I became a widow. I am now attempting to reassemble the broken shards into something damaged, fractured, and scarred, yet beautiful.
Time passes, people heal, but where love resided, grief remains.
Read MoreHigh school was a bit weird for me as I operated somewhat on the fringes. Not outside but not in, either. I didn’t play sports and I wasn’t a cheerleader. I didn’t play in the band or perform in the school plays. I didn’t run for student council or run with the wrong crowd. Smart […]
Read MoreSometimes you just need to figure out where you belong.
Read MoreFor the past 5 years, I have written about National Widow’s Day, started by the organization Widow Wednesday in 2014 as sort of a reminder for people to help out the widows and widowers in their own lives. [To see my posts from previous years, click here, here, here, and here.] The basics are these: […]
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