Please don’t ask a bereaved mother what she is doing to “keep busy.” Been asked… Read the postLets revisit this again, please don’t ask me what I am doing to keep “busy.”
Another myth bites the dust. Too bad, I would very much like to bury my… Read the postOstriches don’t actually bury their heads in the sand.
They do. I tell Doug every morning that it is “take your cat to work… Read the postAll our cats think their first name is dammit…
I don’t watch a lot of news, the talking heads irritate me immediately. I did… Read the postUnbridled hate, a thought on the Boston bombings
I have a bit of a bur under my saddle. Been reflecting a lot on… Read the postActually, I did marry him for lunch.
Doug has produced a hauntingly beautiful montage of Justin’s life. We know many of you… Read the postLooking Back, Moving Forward. A video tribute to Justin.
“Eat the damn cake.” Those are the words that keep running through my mind, I… Read the postEat the damn cake
Picking up where I left off yesterday on the new dialogue of emotional relocation. I… Read the postEmotional relocation and candle lighting, Part two.
