November 12 came and went again. Nothing major. Just the anniversary of the ol’ hubby’s death. I spent half the weekend drunk and half the weekend drowning in anger and … Continue reading 4 Years Post Mortem
November 12 came and went again. Nothing major. Just the anniversary of the ol’ hubby’s death. I spent half the weekend drunk and half the weekend drowning in anger and … Continue reading 4 Years Post Mortem
My preteen is struggling. Hard. As most preteens are and have been since the beginning of time I imagine. It’s an awkward age of craving independence, thinking you know it … Continue reading What Is The Point?