Category: Family

Roomies

It was almost a year ago when I blogged about having an identity crisis because I had whispered the word “rent” into the ears of

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Scars

My second husband died three years ago yesterday. For the record, I stopped collecting husbands after Nate.   For those of you unaware of who

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Identity crisis

The other day, I stumbled into my bathroom at 6:00 a.m., and bumped into Helena, my eighteen year old, who hates mornings almost as much

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Six years

It’s taken me almost six years to blog again. Six years. In my defense, I’ve been busy doing stuff like raising Helena, working full-time, forgetting

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