I startled awake. Something ripped me from peaceful slumber and I peered into blackness, trying to figure out what it was. For a moment, there were only the normal sounds of the house. Then the night erupted with the yipping of coyotes. They were close and my sheep were out. The dogs volleyed with a…
Tiggy was never much of a snuggler. Most of my memories holding him involve him arching his back to get
So many firsts after the loss of a child. My husband’s first day back to work. Our first day back to school.
“I miss Tias, mommy,” my three year old tells me. “Me, too,” I answer. She’s looking in her lap.
It’s the middle of the night after a long trip and my husband hands me a pile of mail. I’m not quite sure
Actually, I’m not quite there yet. I can barely face a whole day, let alone a whole year.
I sit on the couch holding the baby. John’s searching hulu. “What do you feel like?” he asks.