Fall

I used to dread autumn, ’50 shades of slush’, or whatever the acerbic British writer Julie Burchill called it.  Sure, I could appreciate the big bravura show of red, gold and purple leaves, the ‘fireworks’ before winter. But I felt a strong undertow of dread. Autumn heralded the end of all I loved; the long…

No Return

I shock myself. I used to imagine, ‘What if I could rewind the clock to before Laura got ill?’ Imaging how our lives would pan out if she had lived. But last week I realized I don’t want to go back. Don’t get me wrong, I would have Laura back in a heart beat. It…

Bookworm

Laura – Since getting cancer, I’ve become a voracious reader.  I’m reading like never before.  It has become very important for me to escape into other worlds because mine has gotten so small.