A friend asked with genuine concern, “How are you?” “I’m OK. Not very happy, never am. I think the world is a pretty crazy place, but I’m OK,” I replied. “Really? You look troubled. I’m asking because I want to know how you are … really,” she said. E… Continue reading
A friend asked with genuine concern, “How are you?” “I’m OK. Not very happy, never am. I think the world is a pretty crazy place, but I’m OK,” I replied. “Really? You look troubled. I’m asking because I want to know how you are … really,” she said. E… Continue reading
After losing my husband 10 years ago, I joined a bereavement group. At the final session, a few of us decided to meet monthly for lunch. Perfect for me, because for the first time in my life, I had no friends who lived nearby. I’d just left an all-cons… Continue reading