Empty Shoes

An empty pair of shoes sat neatly by the door. Coats hung on the rack. Everything is just as it was left but nothing is the same. A favorite pair of jeans or leather-bound notebook remnants of the person who wore and held them last. Upon first glance, everything seems as it was, but silenceContinue reading “Empty Shoes”

We Will Call It The Wartha Inn, My very First Experience There

It took just a wee bit of time for the activity at The Wartha to show itself to me. I am a medium so I knew that they would be drawn to me like a moth to a flame. In fact, I was hesitant to work there because of this. I worked as a maid,Continue reading “We Will Call It The Wartha Inn, My very First Experience There”

One Year Of Grief

Grief is haunted hallways and bedrooms with a deafening silence and echoes of memories. It’s the awareness of just how important memories are leaving you simultaneously thirsty for moments happening right now and leaving you drowning in moments that have passed. Laughter defiantly slipping from your lips that are lined with grief. Silent moments thatContinue reading “One Year Of Grief”

Losing My Dad During Covid

It has been nearly a year since I lost my dad. Today was a year since he entered the hospital to have major heart surgery. He came through the surgery great and was progressing with his recovery, a bit slower than expected, however, with Covid shutting down hospital access and elective procedures we were assuredContinue reading “Losing My Dad During Covid”