Max is now positive for Covid too and we are embunkered (is that even a word?) together at home for the duration. He came up positive when I swabbed him yesterday but didn’t seem particularly ill except for body aches. So he’s a few days behind me Covid-wise. I crashed spectacularly around 9 a.m. yesterday… Continue reading March Madness
Tag: depression
Mrs. de Winter
I am officially started on my second dose of 3 Paxlovid horse pills this morning. Haven’t seen much improvement yet, but hoping by sundown tonight I’ll be a new woman. Or at least some semblance of the old, neurotic but not virus-ridden one. I think it was really good for us to travel, but hard… Continue reading Mrs. de Winter
Montgolfier
We are home from our travels out of the country and I’m back to blogging. I missed having this outlet while I was away and it was nice to get a few comments that some of you would miss my posts too. I may be a bit loopy this morning because it seems I brought… Continue reading Montgolfier
Maximize Independence
The Zambian Charity People came yesterday and were super nice. They picked up both of Sarah’s wheelchairs as well as some other medical equipment odds and ends we had for their mission to disabled kids. They will be sending us photos of the kids using Sarah’s stuff and the leader said “Sarah’s name will be… Continue reading Maximize Independence
Strawberry Twirl
This week Max and I are leaving for our long-planned (well, since last November) trip to England and Scotland. Tomorrow I may or may not post here, and then the blog will be “on hiatus” as they used to say about poorly-performing television shows in the 1980’s, until about April 1. Try to muddle through… Continue reading Strawberry Twirl
City Place
One of the reasons I feel kind of crazy right now, so I’m told, is that serious grief involves identity re-formation and search for new meaning. Being Sarah’s mom was a huge part of my identity and so I’m basically walking around without an identity and that’s crazy-making. When (if?) I integrate or stumble on… Continue reading City Place
Mangiare
We are definitely fully committed to the HBO show Gomorrah now. One of the things I find fascinating is that the head of the crime family, Don Pietro, is currently in prison and he’s in a communal cell that has maybe 10 men, with bunks for them, and a very large dining table. There’s a… Continue reading Mangiare
Paso Fino
Facebook reminded me this morning that I posted in 2014 about the sudden death of Sarah’s beloved therapy horse, Bo. She had been going to weekly therapeutic riding sessions on Bo, a retired Paso Fino show horse who had been donated to the stable to work with special needs kids. He was a sweet, elderly… Continue reading Paso Fino
Oriental East
Google News let me know today that there is a new mental disorder classified in the DSM-V called “Prolonged Grief Disorder.” Thanks, Google, I needed more things to be anxious about. Criteria are “intense longing for the person who died;” “feeling as though part of oneself has died;” “preoccupation with thoughts of that person” focusing… Continue reading Oriental East
Grief Group
Max and attend a support group for parents of dead children that meets by Zoom on certain Monday evenings. We generally look forward to it and are dialing up right on time. Last night we knew about it, and all day had it in our minds to go, but had gotten caught up in the… Continue reading Grief Group
The First Year Without Sarah 