I call bull shit. There are some wounds that will never fully heal, that constantly get cut back open and while the pain may not be as severe, it still … Continue reading Time Heals All Wounds
I call bull shit. There are some wounds that will never fully heal, that constantly get cut back open and while the pain may not be as severe, it still … Continue reading Time Heals All Wounds
Today I said another goodbye. To a house. To a yard. To a pond. To neighbors (ok, I didn’t literally say goodbye to the neighbors since most of them likely … Continue reading CALM THE EFF DOWN
Yes, I realize I’ve totally “borrowed” my title from Christmas Vacation but it seemed appropriate given my current life, and my past life, and hell, probably my future life so … Continue reading Hallelujah! Holy Shit! Where’s the Tylenol?
Today is “Deady’s” birthday. He would have been 39. There are certain days, post loss, that you just know are going to be hard – hard to function, hard to … Continue reading Forever 37
It came again. My anniversary that is. Today would have been 12 years of wedded bliss/torment. But alas, and in case you are brand new here, my husband is dead. … Continue reading Miss Independence
Disclaimer: I say the fuck word. A lot. And other bad words. It’s been a bit since I’ve had anything to say. That’s not quite true. I always have things … Continue reading Get Lit
I got engaged 12 years ago today. Now, if you know me, you know that I am absolutely horrible with remembering dates, so I cannot take the credit for remembering … Continue reading Engaging
My parent’s road was not an easy one. They married at 18 years young and had their first child in the same year, a bouncing baby boy who turned out … Continue reading Mama
Dear Jonesie: I know I’m not supposed to be writing to you anymore what with you not actually being here (because you’re dead and stuff) and I said that I … Continue reading Well, It’s April 12th
So that happened today. That very beautiful sign was hung on our local baseball field to honor our very missed father, husband and coach. And it couldn’t have come at … Continue reading Jellyfish Stings