It’s Sunday morning. I’m stretched out on the couch wearing comfy pajamas, a super soft fleece blanket draped over my legs. It’s dark outside, a rainy, overcast day. There’s no one else awake at the moment. I’m trying to write a book, but every time I glance up from the laptop, my gaze focuses on... Continue Reading →
Another Easter mass under my belt. Another round of tears, another giant wad of used tissues stuffed into my purse (I should probably clean those out). Another what? Fifty or so more to go, if I’m lucky? Oh the irony in that statement. Now I’m home, changed from the pretty dress into my fave comfy... Continue Reading →
What if you’d left work early that day? What if you’d called/texted and asked him to walk the dog? What if you’d called/texted and asked if he picked his sister up from the bus stop? What if you’d called/texted and asked what he wanted for dinner? What if the dog had realized what was going... Continue Reading →
Yes, this is a bit preemptive, given it’s, well, Monday, but I’ve had a pretty decent week so far. Considering the anniversary that’s happening in a couple days, I figure I should take what I can get. Granted, it didn’t start out fabulously, what with the one-and-a-half hour commute to the day job, slipping and... Continue Reading →
It’s March. The worst month of the year. Which isn’t a fair assessment, generally speaking. March means spring, warm weather is coming. My dad’s birthday is in March; so is my husband’s and several other friends. St. Patrick’s Day. March Madness. Daylight Savings Time. And my son died on March 15th, last year. It’s weird.... Continue Reading →