Packing, clearing, organizing… going through every closet, drawer, shelf, cupboard… I’m preparing to leave this old house for a new house. This old house is full of life, an old life of children, hubby, laughs, shouts, love, all of which are silenced now. These memories have been achingly painful for me to tolerate, and I’veContinueContinue reading “Quiet, Noisy House”
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The Survivor 