Easter is as difficult as Christmas to experience since Justin’s death. I loved everything about… Read the postThe Occupied Tomb
“Oh, you’re back.” Me speaking to grief as I find myself in a trifecta of… Read the postOh, you’re back. A birthday letter to Justin.
I am cleaning today, sort of, catching up from having the small furry guest for… Read the postNot quite ready for Swedish heavy metal…yet.
Once again I heard the old irritating snarky comment about people who leave Mass after… Read the postLeave Judas alone
It is lent again, or still? In truth, it feels as if we have not… Read the postLent. Giving up wanting to die.
