Widow’s Journey: Scars

We have had a harsh winter, and the evidence is most evident in the trees. As the result of a particularly brutal ice storm, great gashes show, light against the dark bark, where the weight of the ice broke off …

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Widow’s Journey: No Choice

“Gayle, how do you do? I don’t think I could stand it,” a friend from church said soon after Chuck died.

As I recall, I smiled wryly. “I don’t have much of a choice.”

Well, sadly she’s learning how I …

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Widow’s Journey: Words and Pictures

I received a catalogue in the mail today that specialized in men’s clothing. I used to enjoy looking through these catalogues and picking out clothes for Chuck. Now all they do is remind me that I don’t have a husband …

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