After My Husband’s Funeral I Stayed Silent On The …

to call a plumber for. I thought about Michael’s crooked smile. I thought about his voice in my ear. Live big.

I took a sip of wine. I breathed in the Tuscan air. And for the first time since September, I didn’t feel the grief pulling me under. It was still there.

It would always be there. But it had changed shape. It wasn’t drowning anymore. It was continue reading …