I used, when it all kicked off, to send myself emails as things occured to me. (I still do.) And now, sometimes when I am looking for other things, I find them. They give me a jolt – I have usually forgotten the incidents and thoughts. And they make me cry. Continue reading That Was The Good News.
Funny how we adjust. First I thought I could not live without my husband. Even after he absconded and I was somehow still alive (though, barely, in retrospect), if you had told me that I would in similar vein lose one of my children I would have said that in such a case I could not breathe. Indeed, I suspect I did not. Not for a long time. Not really. Continue reading The New Normal
Four years ago. He’d been gone a few weeks, and was still talking about maybe coming back. Continue reading The Ghost of Christmas Past
A fully grown and scarily articulate woman says she is turning four. Continue reading Turning 4
The fact is I don’t want a job. Continue reading I’m Just A Shirker
So I got an interview for the nanny job. Continue reading Catching a Cold