Winter night, thoughts, wine

Months pass, time melds into a blur of living, loss occurs, and we continue on, hoping for a peaceful evening with no worries about what is occurring around us. Sometimes reality is too harsh to face, and yet we must. If not for us, but for those who love us. We sustain grief over losing …

Writing memories

Writing has always been a way for me to express my thoughts. While I had The Old Horse to write about, it was easy to find words because he was such a part of my life and easy to talk about. I find myself at a loss of words now because memories of actual life …