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Confessions of a Hunting Widow

True confession: I am a hunting widow. Okay, that isn’t the actual confession. I don’t hate it. There, I said it. When I first became a hunting widow, though, I did hate it. I loathed it. I had huge resentment for that week in mid-November, when my husband would pack up his pickup truck, peck... Continue Reading →

And the Journey Through Grief Continues…

Since March 15, 2016, I’ve inadvertently explored a wide gamut of emotions, the strongest, of course, being sadness. I’ve been so deep, wallowing so desperately in it that I could almost understand what my son was going through, in his head, when the monsters won and convinced him leaving this life was better than living... Continue Reading →

Flannel Sheets & Memories

I changed the sheets today. Not a particularly exciting task, except that as I dug around in the linen cupboard I realized both sets of flannel sheets that fit my bed were in the wash, and the temperature isn’t due to shift above 10 degrees Fahrenheit until some time next year. And yeah, I realize... Continue Reading →

Not So Much Love For Fall

I used to love fall. But the riot of color in the trees no longer brings me the same pleasure it did just two years ago. I have no desire to pull my sweaters out of hibernation; no excitement over wearing my multitude of boots (and I own some super cute boots). The cooler days... Continue Reading →

Back to School Blues…Not This Time

My daughter has started seventh grade. For those who haven’t been reading my blog posts for the past year and a half, that’s the grade my son was in when he ended his life. He was also thirteen; an October baby, so we didn’t start him in kindergarten until he was five turning six. My... Continue Reading →

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