thoughts from a freckle-faced pisces
Sometimes when Mark and I would wax poetic about the freedom we had as kids, how you could be gone on your bike for hours and nobody worried where you were as long as you were home for dinner, our kids would be envious. Often they would say, “I wish I lived back then,” and … Read more
When I was looking for a therapist, I contacted a friend who worked in the psychology department at the med center where Mark worked, which is how I met Eileen. I figured I’d meet with her a few times, she’d give me some handy dandy grief tips and I’d be just fine. At the end … Read more