Luckily Memorial Day weekend flew by rather quickly thanks to Mark’s parents and sister and brother in law who all visited from out of town, Mark’s parents from Iowa and his sister and brother in law from Nebraska. As part of the weekend, we scheduled a couple of St. Louisy activities (you’re jealous) because we didn’t really have other plans and because some of our visitors hadn’t spent enough time in St. Louis to have experienced them, in all of their glory, before. And our weekend included other activities too – some dinners out and good conversation and a fishing trip and a quick Monday morning visit to the cemetery where Matthew’s ashes are buried… Continue reading
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Prove it
I enter our kitchen after a long day’s work. It’s a cold November night, already dark outside. My phone starts ringing – I can feel it vibrating in my purse. I fumble for it, finally finding it. I glance at the screen. I’m relieved to see that it’s Mark. He’s in Minneapolis on business, doing audit work for one of his many Minnesota clients. His schedule is demanding when he’s out of town. So I’m glad for the opportunity to talk to him – the days are long, and the nights are longer sometimes in my state of intense grief, especially when Mark’s away. Continue reading
A parody of platitudes
The other day Mark and I drafted a text to someone facing a crisis. And, as we were thinking about things to say, we were also thinking about things not to say, most of which have been said to us. Continue reading
Deeper thoughts & random happenings again
I just solicited budget feedback from all the VPs in my company. I made the information due back to me on Friday, November 13 – Friday the Thirteenth. The old me wouldn’t have done that. The new me hopes they’re all super disturbed by the whole Friday the Thirteenth thing. Continue reading
Deeper thoughts & random happenings
I recently discovered a random, single stall bathroom right next to my office. It’s like its own little office, but with a shitter. I’m so thankful for it, because it means I don’t have to venture to the real bathroom, where I’d see others. At least this office doesn’t have glass walls, but it’s still kind of awkward to use it… Continue reading
All the therapists I’ve fired
I’ve fired four therapists in my life. I’m zero for four. Formal therapy can be really awesome, and it helps a lot of people, and I’d like for me to be one of those people, but so far, no such luck. Continue reading
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