I have a lot of stuff hanging on my walls. Not one is in the same frame. Not one is the same size. Not all
Karmic Saturn
Last night, as I was moving pictures around to make room for my Mum’s wall hangings, I had this thought: What began May 31st …
A Singer
On Monday, I drove 180 miles up and down and up the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. On Tuesday, six movers packed my parents belongings,
Try Again
I am not an expert on grief. Rather, I am a student of grief. Grieving the loss of parents is all so personal. Almost too
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