Using humor while grieving

All through summer, fall and winter, my timeline has had memories of me being at home, going home, returning from home again and again. Almost everyday has had a memory related to home. It has been heart warming to see these memories (even though the memories are tinged with varying hues of melancholy). They remind…

Wishes

It’s late afternoon. I’m lying in bed. I feel a bit tired and should be resting. Instead I’m thinking about the cat outside, the mail at the door, the clothes in the washer, the kitchen floor that could use a sweep, the desk that needs sorting out, the clothes that I pulled out the dryer…