Jill’s Spring
A year ago--before she discovered she was terminal with cancer--Jill attempted to mow our six acres at the start of...
A year ago--before she discovered she was terminal with cancer--Jill attempted to mow our six acres at the start of...
If you read my last post you know that, due to a convergence of stressful factors--starting with Jill’s terminal diagnosis--I...
A few weeks ago, Jill and I got up early on a Saturday morning, packed a lunch, loaded the dogs...
Our Hen House Cottage A bit of background: Built circa 1940, the original structure was a hen house constructed of oak and...
During election week, Jill and I took our travel trailer on the road—to Assateague National Seashore and points south. The...
[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="254"] Phase 1: the gut[/caption] Our travel trailer isn't ready. But you suspected that would be the case,...
I sleep on the couch in my study every night, mostly because Jill is up late, reading her phone...
[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="458"] our rose garden[/caption] When Jill finished her week-long course of radiation a few days ago, the techs...
Yesterday, a friend and I emptied Jill’s office. It had taken Jill and me six months to find, furnish, and...
My mom died yesterday of kidney failure. She’d been failing for a while, most unhappily during this past year. She...