Trying to rebuild my safe zone

First day of school photo in 1970. I was 11. My brother was 8. He died three months later.

My late husband Jim was a protector by nature. He always wanted to make sure I was safe. Safety to him meant many things: regular maintenance on our vehicles, new wheel bearings on the boat trailer, taking firearms courses, carrying a cell phone, checking in with each other regularly, locking windows and doors, rewiring the […]

When sadness bubbles below the surface

Jim and Sassy

This time of year makes my heart catch. It is the time of year that my late husband Jim began to get noticeably and irrevocably ill. He died on Dec. 7, 2010, from pancreatic cancer, a diagnosis we did not receive until the morning of the day he died. I try not to think about […]