It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. — Henry David Thoreau
Confidences are not to be broken. EVER.
The absence of a father’s wisdom torments a mother’s heart.
I wouldn’t trade those days for anything, not even six million dollars.
I am forever and for all eternity, grateful.
Even though some of the finer details may fade with time, your heart is permanently branded with the memory.
What can I say to a woman who performed such an unselfish act of loving kindness?
When you compare the symptoms of emotional trauma to those of a brain injury, they are almost identical.
My reluctant plunge into online dating in my 50s.
Sorrow’s schedule is subjective.
No matter how isolated you may feel – YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
A 30th anniversary love letter to my dead husband.
Don’t conform to what other people think you should be.
How wine, chocolate, Fritos and the tenacity of good friend can still comfort a broken heart.
This sucks and we all know it.
Will staying out of touch remain our reality?