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 that my marriage had become, afraid to take a step, lest I trip. Instead of addressing the slickness of the rug beneath my feet, the…
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 search warrant on our house. I was a little chilly – our furnace had broken down the days earlier – and I really had to…
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, my home, my job, my life as it was right then. In those twelve days between arrest and bail, I did a lot of writing.…