Contemporary & Paranormal Romance Books
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 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 →
It’s interesting how a pandemic has the ability to distract one from grief. I don’t think it would have had the same affect had the pandemic occurred within the first two years, when my grief was, not necessarily more poignant, but certainly more in the forefront. It often felt as if it were controlling my... 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 →