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Falling Action and the Widow's Road
My current work-in-progress, a post-apocalyptic novel of 90k words, was practically writing itself when my husband began the final leg of his earthly journey in January. Four months later, he stepped onto a golden road, and I was left to travel the broken one alone. My blog posts demonstrate the difficulty of that transition. No lie: I cried every day for over two months. Eventually, I cried every other day. Now, 5 1/2 months later, I cry every week or two. The reasons why ar
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Nov 14 min read


Tender Mercies
Well, Ireland cradles another son in her soggy arms. I took Maury's remains home for burial this week--an event I'd been dreading that...
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Aug 293 min read


Life is a Series of Ammo Cans
I don't know how or why it's suddenly August, but here we are: August. August has been my favorite month, not only because it's sunny and...
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Aug 93 min read


The Unexpected Triggers of Widowhood
I'm nearing the two-month mark. Two whole months since I spoke to him, heard his voice, felt the warmth of his touch, and savored the...
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Jul 122 min read
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