I’ve heard lots of stories from people about dreams they have of Chris. They always irritate me because I don’t dream about him. Or if I do, like the other night, he’s just there. Just like every day we were together. He’s just present doing the same old usual Chris stuff. He does not impart

We interrupt this regularly scheduled grieving program for an urgent rant. An entry where I stand up on my soap box and yell out to the people that you are crazy and your brains are too tiny! OK. Not really. I mean, I am going to step up on that box, but I doubt very

Things were going just fine. F.I.N.E. I had a great weekend full of fun stuff (that’s a whole other entry). I cleaned up the old garden and picked up garbage from my back yard. My ex-landlord came and got my washer all hooked up. I washed clothes and bath mats! I vacuumed. I cooked my

There used to be set rules for widows in mourning. During the Victorian era women wore black dresses and veils. There was a period of full mourning for a year, followed by a period of half mourning for year. During half mourning, the widow could wear gray (yippee!). There were lots of rules. Prim and