Remembering wedding anniversaries is not my best skill. The Norwegian would remind me every week before and then daily. It's not that it didn't matter. It's that I'm the least romantic woman on earth. It occurs to me only yesterday that today is 35 years. Or would be if he hadn't had the bad manners… Continue reading 35 Years…
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We Get You Miss Havisham…
Widow readers take heed--the day is upon us. Every girl that's lost a beloved braces for the dreaded anniversary. July 2 is this girl's personal Miss Havisham day. I may not have been left at the altar but every year; jilted is an apt emotion. I get how our dear Miss H wandered the rooms… Continue reading We Get You Miss Havisham…
Thirty-Three Years…
The Norwegian and I would have been married 33 years yesterday. That is if he hadn't dropped dead on a sunny day in the woods. Five years later, I remain neither single nor married; stuck in an undefined relationship status. Grief entered our marriage that day becoming an unwelcome companion, the uninvited guest who doesn't… Continue reading Thirty-Three Years…
The Duchess Diaries 