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.
Yesterday was the four month mark of my husband’s passing. I’ve always considered it an anniversary of sorts, but recently read a post about a woman who reached the one-year mark of her husband’s passing. She accurately pointed out that the word “anniversary” makes it seem as if it’s a celebration, which this is clearly […]
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I sometimes feel as though my blog posts are repetitive and without value. It seems the same emotions swirl about my head making random, intermittent appearances like random colored socks in a white load in a laundromat washing machine – now you see it, now you don’t. The white clothing is representative of my zombie-like […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 