AKA "The Writing Woman"
I’ve been writing a lot lately. I have so many thoughts swirling around in my mind that I need to get out. I know it has to do with the looming one-year anniversary of Rick’s death and the grief that evokes. I want so much to remember everything about him, his love for me, and…
Saturdays You used to say you loved to hear the rain outside our window On Saturday afternoons spent in bed A nap became a perfect world inhabited by two Legs entwined, my head on your massive muscular chest, Warmed by your love We talked of everything and nothing “Let’s pretend we’re living in our truck,…