frightfully wondrous things happen here.
In March, I started seriously thinking about writing a memoir, and this memory is what I thought would start it, because I wanted to capture the busy softness of my life before. I wanted to start it in a way that said it was more of a love story than a horror story, but horrible things definitely happen.
Read MoreIt’s the final prompt of the Daily Post, and I wouldn’t be anywhere else. I met so many of you because of their community efforts and nurturing. It’s very much the end of an era for me, and I know Dave would want to participate too– so here’s two pictures, one of mine and one […]
Read MoreI finally held Dave’s death certificate on Monday night. It shouldn’t have been a shock, but it was. I flinched. I cried. It reminded me of the game my little brother loved: Are you afraid of a monster this big? He’d ask, arms outstretched, as wide as he could reach. No, I’d claim. Are you […]
Read MoreAnd then he died. Without explanation. Without her. Suddenly. While she was away. It was kidney failure. It was wife failure. I am so sorry. Thank you for your patience as I find my way out of the final pages of this love story. Thud. . . . * . . . * . . […]
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