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 →
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 →
“How many kids do you have?” This is the latest dilemma my husband and I have had to figure out. What’s the right answer? “One here, one in heaven.” “Two.” “One.” What the hell do we say? That first choice up there would obviously spur a litany of questions none of us wants to deal... Continue Reading →