I can’t breathe, I whispered to myself, again, for the hundredth time that hour. What was it about today? What was it about yesterday? Or every day since mom got sick. I am strong, and confident, and intelligent, yet you could not convince my psyche of that in anyway shape or form right now. How... Continue Reading →
I haven’t seen summer since you left. Seasons have drifted into seasons, But summer has yet to show Her sweet, soft, full, beautiful face.
Heartbreak, Drip Drop. Heartbeat, Skip stop. Earthquake, Bleak Break. Grief-funk, must make Everything Weird. Last night, mistakes. Today, heartaches. Tonight, re-takes. Grief-funk, just makes Everything Weird.
Proof: Can’t physically check email Decided to sell my car Losing /caring for my mom Opened a Jewelry Store ...Y’all covid is insane... Any advice on survival is welcome.