I heard the old man’s steps shuffle into my garage, slowly, cautiously. “Are you okay, Ma'am?” I was sitting in a laundry basket, legs draped over the sides. On my face, a pair of spectacles that were not mine, through ...
As long as there weren’t any traffic snags, I knew I could drop the kids off at school and still make it to the McDonald’s restroom down the street in the nick of time, without crapping my pants. From there ...
A gentleman with whom I was having a conversation the other day was lamenting the sale of his old car. He was saying things like how silly it was of him to have these kinds of feelings about a car, ...
When I first started blogging about my new life as a widow - a relatively young one at that - I wrote a lot about dating and relationships. There was a reason for that, and that reason was that I ...
When I was a newer widow, I heard from some other widows that their 2nd year was harder than their 1st. Maybe you've heard this too. I'm happy to tell y'all, that isn't always the case! For me, the 2nd ...
Whiskeytown Lake at sunset. It’s been almost seven years since Jay passed. Life looks nothing like it did. I’ve lived in five different states, worked in the public sector, higher education, the medical field, and currently I write for a ...
Those trusty Facebook Memories hit me upside the head again today. These were really good memories, though; it wasn't anything that should've been upsetting. It was a recollection, rather, of how I was feeling during that good time. Sure, I ...
I’ve been under the weather for a couple of weeks, so I’ve had a lot of time to sit around reading and watching TikToks. I can’t recall now what I was reading, but something jumped out at me, a term ...