Those first weeks after finding that blue Rough Rider wrapper in the trash were the worst. It's understandable. I'd spent years standing on the slippery rug on a hardwood floor…
Today is Thursday. A year has passed. Then. Now. Exactly one year ago today, I was sitting on our couch, watched by a trooper as the state police executed a…
Last November, my world was falling apart around me. I had a husband in jail, a family that wanted to lynch him, and the fear of losing everything: my marriage,…