Havisham Days are upon us. There have been moments, evenings, commercials and Instagram videos that have reduced us--myself and Skittish Tabby--to tears in the name of grief. For the uninitiated, my husband, The Norwegian, dropped dead deep in the woods over the 4th of July weekend. It's been years. After that, however, Independence Day took… Continue reading A Heavy Coat in July…
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Days of Havisham…
The sun is scorching. Our nation is celebrating its birth. It must be Havisham Days. I thought I recognized the melancholy, the unexpected and unexplained tears, the anxiety, and the pall that shadows each year at this time. For the uninitiated, The Norwegian died on a sunny day in the woods over Independence Day weekend.… Continue reading Days of Havisham…
Woo-Woo Joins the Party…
Spirits, ghosts, apparitions, and messages from beyond--never got mine. The Norwegian does not visit. I've often thought it's because he left things in such a jumble that he doesn't want to deal with what I've got to say. The Chickens say there's evidence all around. And the psychic medium with a psych degree says the… Continue reading Woo-Woo Joins the Party…