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...
A brief observation
This under/self-employment feels a bit like summer vacation. I think that's because I used to go to G-ma's house every summer, and we would spend...
Today is the last day; today is the first day
I keep waking up with a song lyric in my head - "where do we go from here, now that all of the ---" but...
If this is ultimately going to be OK, why do I keep bursting into tears?
This is one of those good news/bad news things. Which do you want first? I love the answer my friend Susan gave us when we...
In which I tell myself it’s the weather
(Originally posted January 18, 2007) I didn’t want to walk this morning. I wound up walking, just only for about 40 minutes, tops. I tried...
Reset! RESET!
So, I took a few days off from work - two on either side of my usual day off, making it a FIVE DAY WEEKEND,...
I wish you could walk with me in the mornings
I have been, as the song goes, one poor correspondent and too too hard to find; but it doesn't mean you ain't been on my...
The one where I do what my mother would do
Yesterday on my drive to work, about five houses down from me, I thought I saw a burned-out firefighters coat in the yard of a...
Zen and the Art of the only book I’ve not been able to finish reading, twice
(Originally published on March 7, 2008) Zen and the Art of the only book I’ve not been able to finish reading, twice There are so...
