When Death Sits on My Face

I went to a therapist for the first time with the intention of getting over my brother's sudden death after trying to save him. When my father died, it hit me harder the second six months. I needed some coping skills. I wanted to expedite the process of grieving. Get over it faster. "I know you... Continue Reading →

A Cosmic Joke after Trauma

When life becomes a cosmic joke, I'm ready for the punchline. It's more than traumatic when someone healthy dies moments after you speak with them. My mind has been flooded with what ifs and the disbelief that anyone could sit down and pass away from a clot. I'm still in shock after almost three weeks. So... Continue Reading →

This is a Courtesy Reminder

We interrupt your regular programming for a courtesy reminder. It's that time again. Time to take a flying LEAP! We will leap ahead. No, not that kind. Daylight Savings Time starts tomorrow! We'll leap AHEAD and lose one hour. Dang. It causes tons of accidents, and suicides peak on Monday. But we gain an extra hour of... Continue Reading →

An Ode to a Midwinter Cold

Hark! Is that a death rattle I hear, trembling the dark wood around me? Nope. ‘Tis the phlegm from thy chest cold shaking the bed frame as I hack up another loogie. A midwinter cold has claimed yet another Kleenex which shroud thy bedclothes like moguls on ski slopes in thy feverish dreams. Okay, so... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary, Please make it stop!

Dear Holiday Diary, After a week of decorating, I still am surrounded by doodads and ditzies just begging to be made into some form of centerpiece, swag or other holiday shimmery thing. It doesn't help that I keep looking up at my cupboards with the memory of this ceiling I spied while in Denver. Thanks... Continue Reading →

Dear Holiday Diary

Dear Holiday Diary, I thought I would take some notes to document Christmas 2016. Danny keeps saying flying to Tahiti would solve most of my problems. I wouldn't have to decorate. The kids could join us and we could skip the gift exchange. He's dreaming. This is a transformative time of year for me and... Continue Reading →

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