Navigating through loss and living, grief and laughter by the merry widow.
It started out as insomnia initially. Long waking hours at night which warm milk, Sleepy Time Tea, and a trip to the doctor’s wouldn’t remedy. Weeks became months and have turned into over a year in which my middle son couldn’t sleep until well past his bedtime and mine. His feet paced the floor in [...]
That pillow on his side of the bed is a redundant objet d’art. It is lying in some passive state with a pretty sham and no head to go on it. I’m big on pillows and nice bedding even if I get it at some fabulous sale for mere dollars, which makes it even lovelier [...]
After three years of being a widow, i.e. no husband on this earth, I will tell you that I enjoy having my bedroom as a haven to escape to at the end of a long day. No expectations left, no does he or doesn’t he, nothing but a book, some chocolate and sleep. I don’t [...]
