Falling In Love for the First Time

One of the most tenacious demons I’ve had to face since my Mother’s death is my own self-hatred.  I’ve been prickly, “emo” (as my daughter would say), anxious, depressed…my body has started to morph into what hers looked like prior to her death.  Bloated, unlike she had ever been.  Physical complaints that no doctor canContinue reading “Falling In Love for the First Time”

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