Do you ever wonder if people are just tired of hearing from you? That’s been on my mind lately—more than I expected. Ever since the fertilizer hit the ventilator, I’ve had a friend tell me, “You say too much.” And maybe I do. Maybe the resurrection of this blog …
Continue reading Screaming Into the Void (And Listening for the Echo)
Remember, I told you this blog would be a wild ride. Today, I'm veering back into the present—away from the epistles on oversight and regulation I’ve been steeped in lately—to talk about something stranger than fiction: the kinds of conversations you have when you’re a widow. Not long after he passed, I was asked …
Okay, back to a little bit of personal growth and the things that have happened since this blog was a regular thing back in 2020. I’ve spoken before about the loss of my husband. There are times I discount the relationship we had—not because it didn’t matter, but …
Continue reading “The Road Back: Regret, Recovery, and Redefining the Circle”
The last entry talked about the aftermath—how the music never swells, and hugs don't always come. There's no curtain call when the truth comes out. Just more fallout. I want to take a moment to circle back to why this blog started in the first place. Originally, this space was meant to be …
