Chronicles on how maneuver through life as a young widowed mother.

Forever growing.

Never who I was.

Who are you when you can’t remember the wife you once were?

Recent Posts

Day 894

Yesterday I did some mass purging. I went through the mess I created throughout the winter. This was no metaphorical clutter, in fact this clutter was all too physical. As I sorted through old mail I threw into random drawers littered throughout my apartment, scraps of paper with random dialects and excess of those things … Continue reading Day 894

More Posts