“Hey girlie” no more and looking forward

Christmas week was tumultuous, the unexpected loss of my very dear old friend the Saturday before left me feeling shattered with grief and more fragile than I ever care to admit. My world is a smaller place without him in it anymore, and as much as anything I mourn our silly, intermittent communications throughout the year. Hard…

Hot mess

Why is it the one time I stop somewhere after the gym is the Sunday morning when lots of people I know are out shopping? M has this lower leg itch thing that flares up frequently in the winter, and his favored treatment is a Walmart-branded anti-itch cream. He had texted me at the gym…