It's all about Peter

I see him from across the room, he is wearing a three piece suit. A three piece suit?  The material is gray and dull and I an unable to determine from what the suit is made.  But whatever it’s made of, the suit is intimidating.  He laughs a booming laugh that scares me and thrills […]

It’s all about Peter

I see him from across the room, he is wearing a three piece suit. A three piece suit?  The material is gray and dull and I an unable to determine from what the suit is made.  But whatever it’s made of, the suit is intimidating.  He laughs a booming laugh that scares me and thrills […]

The top seven things you should never say to a widow.

 Isn’t it great to have the bed and/or bathroom all to yourself? Yes, sure.  It’s certainly is not a glaring reminder that your significant other is dead.  People have actually said this to me.  Yes, I hated it when Peter would take up the whole bed.  Yes, I hated it when Peter would forget to […]

Linda, Glasses, the Dealer and Rhino

Linda, Glasses, the Dealer and Rhino ALRIGHT!  That is it.  I am dating, no more fucking around.  I will have a first date after death.  But what is a date?  Coffee?  Drinks?  Do people still go to a full blown dinner?  Is a dinner too much to ask?  Who pays for said dinner?  If I […]

Bitter is as bitter does

My sister in law called me bitter.  To be more precise, she called this blog right here bitter.  I have been called so many adjectives since I started writing this blog.  Hell, I have been called a myriad of adjectives my whole life, but none so much as when I started writing this blog. Peter’s […]

Code Talkers

Today is Christmas and I am in Puerto Vallarta.  Twenty-one years ago, in this very spot, I was planning how to be a married lady.  I was really only a girl but I was damn sure going to be a captivating wife.  I was on my honeymoon.  Today as I stated earlier is Christmas, why […]

Streams

Streams of consciousness are interesting. I am sitting up in bed and as usual I can’t sleep. No one is texting me (which sucks and means in my mind that no one loves me anymore) and I have some sort of undefined ache. I turn on the T.V. hoping that something wonderful and miraculous is […]