Sometimes, It’s Hard to Go Home

I'm the betrayed spouse. And, sometimes it is hard to go home. I believe it is important, even if only for my own benefit, to describe this phenomenon I experience from time to time. My home is MY HOME. I love my home. It isn't perfect, and it is a mess. It is a constant... Continue Reading →

The Curtain Has Been Drawn

Pills. Gunshot. Hanging. In that order. One by one these three men left us to wonder and grieve. The horror is too deep and dark and bottomless to describe. Grasp frantically, with desperation into the dark, with moon-blind eyes wide open, but the space between us is cold and empty. The curtain has been drawn.... Continue Reading →

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