Life is unpredictable and unforgiving. You must accept the things it offers up without warning. Offer is the wrong word, it implies that I have a choice to accept it or not. Some things are offered and some are just dropped, unceremoniously right in your lap. There’s no getting around them. Slammed into existence. Continue reading “The shadow, the tree and the road”
Category Archives: Widow
Ordinary Days
Day three back to work. I am not crumpled up in a ball on the floor unable to function. I am not laying in my bed trying to convince myself that there’s a world worth waking up for. I am sitting on my porch, dogs fed, kitten cuddled, coffee in hand, listening to the birds. Continue reading “Ordinary Days”
Doorbells are dangerous
It was a regular Tuesday for most of the day: morning routines, animals to feed, news to read. I wont bore you with the details of my perfectly boring day. I don’t even mind boring days because it means that, for now, tragedy hasn’t breached the pretend walls I’ve constructed on a very flimsy foundationContinue reading “Doorbells are dangerous”
Becoming a Widow 