In a shocking turns of events, I'm going to start with a confession: I have been faking it for years. Faking knowing what I'm doing, faking like everything is ok, faking that I'm happy. The truth is that I have been a hot mess ever since Barb died, but it started before that. Her death … Continue reading Rise like a phoenix? Perhaps a lesser bird….
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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.
