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Recently the kids and I have been listening to an audio book when we’re in the car, but, sometimes, between discs, we’ll let the radio play. Since we gave up TV years ago…and I don’t read the news, either…we can …Read More

I’ve found there is no logic to how I feel in the middle of grief. I’ve received huge gifts, and–although I’m thankful for them because they assure me I don’t have to make a drastic lifestyle change at the same …Read More

Sometimes I actually think :). I like to plan and compare and problem solve. Sometimes I think my way to an answer. Sometimes I make choices based solely on my gut whether the choice seems logical or not. I feel …Read More

The universality of this grief is not lost on me. Yesterday I took a walk through the wooded paths Joe made for me and when I came to his metal chair, I felt my heart crack and the sobbing commenced. …Read More

When I take inventory of my life at this moment in time, I can honestly say that *everything* is good….everything except for missing my Joe. But that missing is paramount. I feel like I’ve been through surgery and someone has …Read More

Starting at their births, my husband sang to our children every.single.night. He had a special song for each child…. For Josiah: “Baby, baby, baby child…baby child my own…close those big, blue eyes of yours and sleep for just awhile.” For …Read More

Thursday, Nov. 3, I woke at 4 a.m. to the sounds of my husband dying. It was completely unexpected. He had been having “heart burn” for the last few weeks but the EKG in his doctor’s office showed nothing. He …Read More

My name is Kirsten and I am a tree hugger. I’ve never understood why some people find that offensive. Truly…if someone liking trees challenges your political stance, you may be taking your politics a bit too far ;). I celebrate …Read More

Beautiful long-haired Siamese Sammy walks the perimeter of the porch, winding near me and away from me, enticing me with low, prrr-meows, but staying two inches from my outstretched hand.  This is a familiar routine. “Sammy, remember how you love …Read More

You know what I loved most about being a high school and college student? I had a set time each day where I *had* to do something I loved. Back then they actually required me to read Shakespeare and to …Read More