frightfully wondrous things happen here.
There was a pair of shoes at Nordstrom’s last week that Dave would have loved, but I didn’t buy them because I couldn’t remember his shoe size. And, obviously, also because dead men do not need shoes. Today he’s been gone for 1000 days. That’s a big number. Four digits, even. But it hardly seems […]
Read MoreMy cats didn’t eat my husband’s dead body. I asked. The very nice lady said she would have noted any bite marks or removals from the body during the autopsy. They have to do an autopsy when someone dies and isn’t found for two days. They have to do an autopsy when a 35-year-old man […]
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