Nine days.

I had a dream last night about an old friend. I know why it happened and it bothers me. It bothers me that after so many years of no contact I hear her voice in my head when I start to think about writing about what has happened in the last two weeks. And I … Continue reading Nine days.

You know what I miss?

I miss ENJOYING Christmas. They don’t tell you once a small human shoots from your vagina that you are solely responsible for ALL Christmas magic. When I was married it wasn’t difficult, their dad and I made a great team. Now on my own? Not so easy. However, when all is said and done…nailed it.

I did something hard.

I deleted my Auntie from my Favorites list. It’s been three years, she’s not Jesus, she’s not coming back. And yet I immediately burst into straight up ugly sobbing. I hate grieving. And I’m TIRED of it. It never ends. It gets moderately easier, but it ALWAYS hurts.