Finding a Way Through Loss
Walking Mari, the little black lab, is a little more challenging these days. It’s not so much that her age has slowed her down. Rather, her age has made her impatient and demanding. Without out Butter around (the more vocal dog of the two), she has to make sure she gets your attention. Being the […]
Read MoreWe walked in the winter rain this morning and then retreated into the house the rest of the day. I had the entire day to myself, so I spent it within myself. I thought about and did very little today, and I am absolutely okay with it. We all need a break, a little time […]
Read MoreWe have moved three times within the last seven years. And each house was smaller than the last. So, we’ve given away more than half our possessions. If we move, we will probably move into a larger place than our current one. But oddly enough, having lived with less, I prefer not to have so […]
Read MoreTime is a precarious thing. Something we think we know, we think we have; like a fickle lover whose adoration one moment feeds and sustains your soul then obliterates your heart for amusement. For the bereaved, for those of us left behind, the grief is unbearable enough without having to grapple with this eternal riddle […]
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