My world shattered when I became a widow. I am now attempting to reassemble the broken shards into something damaged, fractured, and scarred, yet beautiful.
As you can imagine, today is tough already, and it has barely even started. I write this at just past midnight after tossing and turning for the past hour. I had fallen asleep early, turning off the lamp and dozing off before 9, but woke suddenly just after 11 (11:11 to be precise, which has […]
My plan was to take a mini-vacation. An extended weekend to visit my mother (and her side of the family) in a state that was about halfway between hers and mine. I had worked the Mondays after Christmas and New Year’s Day, as well as MLK Day so I wouldn’t feel guilty about taking time […]
I sometimes (often?) have arguments with the ghost of my husband. Perhaps argument is too strong a word, and quite likely it isn’t really him or his ghost, but simply my own delusional mind still trying to make sense of everything. These disagreements are rarely about anything important, but isn’t that the way most marriages […]
Nine months. That’s how long it has been. Today marks nine months from the date the world as I had known it shattered. Nine months. That’s the average human gestation period. Nine months from the creation of life until a newborn child makes its way into this world, headed on its journey of learning and […]