Before Silent Bob…
Hard to believe that at the end of this month I will have been a widow for five years. (Just so you know, I can’t
Hard to believe that at the end of this month I will have been a widow for five years. (Just so you know, I can’t
“You are a good woman,” Mother whispers as I lean close. “Why are you telling me this,” I say to her, not quite teary, because
Picture a second grade class, decades before now. There were rotary telephones with party lines (which meant that sometimes you had to wait your turn
On this day, 50 years ago, Silent Bob and I married. On January 31, 2024, I will have been a widow for 4 years. It’s
On this day, eighteen years ago, at this time, Silent Bob and I lay on a bed in a Grand Junction hotel room, our grief
“Janet, stop jumping around and doing cartwheels in the house.” That was my dad, his temper often intensified by the hangovers and headaches that regularly
At this time in 1978, just two years in advance of what will be the hottest summer on record, I was in the hospital, laboring
This is a pubic service announcement about grief. If anything in this world is true, it’s the reality of grief and that it’s a part
My men were all out for the evening. I figured I could make them proud of me. Amazon had delivered the replacement for the failed
We have a pool. Which is a very usual thing to have in Houston. We’ve had that pool for almost 40 years and with the