Tag: Grief
Grown Up Stuff
Working on one’s will is a kind of drudgery that I know is important, but nonetheless depressing. I’ve been putting it off for a while–since Ken died when everything changed, literal... Read More
A Singular Sensation
It was a beautiful day yesterday. It was gray and cloudy and drizzled the better part of the day. But it was mid-sixties. I was up early and took Kallie for a walk before the at-home work day began. I... Read More
My Favorite Season
I love autumn. It’s my favorite season–in spite of what it is the harbinger of here in the Midwest. It’s the crisp earthy smell in the air, the vibrant colors of the changing leaves,... Read More
The Sweet and Surprising Rewards of Fighting Entropy
Changing things around the apartment is a tricky business for me. Leaving things as they were when Ken was alive offers some kind of security–or maybe a kind of certainty that he was here–... Read More
Beware of the Crabby, Reclusive D*** in Apartment G!
Upon checking the mail early last week, I found a flyer stuffed into my mailbox proclaiming my block’s first ever block party. The moment I saw it a blackness filled my heart and I began a slow ... Read More
A Bundle of Joy
(Me and the Peanut on Tuesday) This week I made a date to head to the <insert gasp here> suburbs to visit my friend Anna and her husband for a very special reason: to meet their one-month old da... Read More
The Pinch of Fridays
Fridays aren’t what they used to be. Now Fridays mean no matter what I need–unless is puppy-related–my errands will have to wait until Monday. It’s when my quiet little street ... Read More