Romance…with wine
It’s been six years since I lost my son. For six years I’ve been strong, and all of a sudden I’m just so… exhausted. I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard this particular Mother’s Day weekend. Actually, that’s not true. I know exactly why. I’ve been plugging along fairly consistently for a while.... Continue Reading →
Today is my son’s birthday. If he were still alive, he’d be nineteen. He'd probably be in college, although I have no idea where he might have ended up. Somewhere that has a good computer programming or maybe engineering school, if his interests and abilities at thirteen were any indication. I took the day off.... Continue Reading →
I saw this meme recently, and I know they were trying to be funny, but it still hit me right in the feels—and not in a good way. The meme said, “My cousins were one of the reasons my childhood was so awesome, and I feel sorry for people who didn’t have that.” Okay, let’s... Continue Reading →
I remember. We had just celebrated our two-year wedding anniversary. We had recently returned to our home state of Michigan, after living in Louisiana, because my husband couldn’t handle the heat. It was a tough choice because he loved the spice of the food, but he hated the fact that the moment he opened the... Continue Reading →
I’ve been distracted, and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Wait, I should explain, considering the distraction is this horrible virus that has altered our world in a way that was inconceivable four months ago. The deaths, the panic, the ridiculous hoarding of toilet paper, the sheer volume of information we are being pummeled with... Continue Reading →