Letting November Go

It started by mourning the loss of my mother. Her death hit me so hard, that I am still in disbelief that it happened at all. I have a frozen image of her in my mind, living, breathing and I miss her like the dickens. November, all 30 days of it, I had forgotten who…

You Died on a Wednesday

As I sit here enthralled by pastels slowly moving into gold, orange, and red hues, I am mesmerized by the light and the way it dances on the water, while a deeper blue grows richer as the last light of day falls beyond the horizon. The pain has not hit me; broken down callused walls…