Tonight, my eleven year old asked me if I was excited for Thanksgiving and the upcoming holidays. I looked at her, too exhausted to be anything but honest in my reply. “I am always excited to spend the holidays with ...
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I have struggled to write for some time now. I do not know why really, because every time that I do, it feels like I have exhaled. I makes me feel ok. Writing makes me feel like he hears me, ...
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A few days after Mike died, I clothed myself in everything that was his-mine-ours.  The Director of the Funeral Home gave me a bag of my husband’s belongings that the Coroner had collected. It was beyond horrific to receive this ...
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