It’s late. I overslept. That’s not accurate. Sleep plays tricks on the grieving, coming and going outside of regularly scheduled programming. Last night’s program was scheduled to play until circa 0500, maybe 0600 depending on the sloth rating of my mind. Instead, on this morning, sleep shut down programming at 0300-ish and woke me upContinue reading “Sleep’s understudy”
Living in the aftermath of suicide
Becoming a Widow 