It was 25 degrees outside and dark. I heard my husband try the front door and remembered that I had locked it. We recently moved out into the woods and I just feel safer with it locked when I’m home alone. I was wiping my hands to go help when I heard him get his … Continue reading Does the real deal even exist?
I want to wear black. Everyday. Because there is no color right now in my life. And I want to cover my head and throw ashes on it. I want everyone who sees me to know that my life is not OK in any way, that it has been forever altered and that a … Continue reading Permission to grieve