I had a long, emotional conversation with my husband this morning. Yes, I know he’s been dead for two years; that’s beside the point. Trust me — I had plenty of arguments with my husband in my head while he was alive, too. 😁 But this one wasn’t an argument. This was...
English is fascinating. Changing the stress on different words of a sentence can completely shift its meaning and implication. What can I do? What can I do? What can I do? What can I do? Each one implies a different nuance, but they are all worth...
The world is pretty intense right now. I was supposed to attend a spiritual retreat this month. A side effect of my strong sense of empathy is that it’s incredibly easy for me to take on Other People’s Stuff, and with all the contention and fear that seems to surround...
(I’m not sure what sort of “content warning” to preface this with, other than it’s about death and dying.) When Shawn’s pulse spiked and I called 911, my immediate internal reaction was, “Don’t you f’ing dare.” So many wonderful things had been blossoming in our lives...
It’s funny, the unexpected regrets. When Shawn and I were still dating, we were invited to a wedding. He didn’t have a suit that fit him, so since I was making more money than he was, I offered to buy him one. We went to one of those discount suit places. He fell in...
