Barely hanging on
Well, another Monday has rolled around, and I’m not sure where the last week went. The duct tape repairs I’ve …
Well, another Monday has rolled around, and I’m not sure where the last week went. The duct tape repairs I’ve …
Fairytales do come true, and Stephen was my Prince Charming. And let me tell you, I kissed a LOT of …
I’ve always reached whatever goal I set for myself. I break it down into steps, and I’ve always lived my …
Life sure can kick you in the teeth. Until yesterday, this week was stellar. I’m getting out of the house, …
I’ve never in my life been an angry person, but anger has become my bosom buddy. It’s always so close, …
In replying to a comment left on another entry, I started thinking about this subject. My journal here is certainly …
While no one has said those words, I definitely feel they are thinking it. Stephen died in September, it’s now …
I suppose this is a good time to talk about the grieving process. In 1969, psychiatrist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross introduced what …