Chapter 21
Chapter 19
One blistering-cold Wisconsin winter morning, my therapist brought up the idea of survivor’s guilt. I had told her about the dreams I…
My mum passed away just two months ago, just 10 days before her 87th birthday. It is the…
Kind eyes and a fiercely protective heart.
My first holiday season as a widow was one filled with one conflicting emotion after another. That Thanksgiving was…