It's wrenching enough to lose the man who is your lover, your companion, your best friend, the father of your children, without losing yourself as well.

It's wrenching enough to lose the man who is your lover, your companion, your best friend, the father of your children, without losing yourself as well.

After my husband died, I felt like one of those spiraled shells washed upon the beach... Poke a straw through the twisting tunnel, around and around, and there is nothing there. No flesh. No life. Whatever lived there is dried up and gone.

If the door is locked, try the window.