The Death of a Faithful Companion

I’m in mourning this week. My car died. I’m devastated. Okay, not really. Because it was old and shabby and sounded like an airplane motor and smelled like diesel fuel. I tried not to hold it against it, but I did a little bit. Or a lot. I suffered through a lot of teasing because…

Surprise!

My sister is finally, finally home, after traveling about like a crazy adventure woman for six months. I am so happy she’s here. Don’t get me wrong, living alone is lovely. The house is quiet, I have my own space, and—and that’s the only plus sides I can come up with right now. Now that…