One year, eight months, 16 days
I’ve been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way people tell you how old…
I’ve been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way people tell you how old…
CW: grief, confusion, anger, you know, all that stuff that comes with death of a spouse and being a widow. Dear Tim; Sometimes I wonder… who were you? What were…
In short? A f’in nightmare. Print advertising seems like it’s hardly worth mentioning. I’d love to be able to afford to advertise in my favorite feminist magazine… I did, once,…