In 2000, my son and I found ourselves with a father and husband who wanted to leave home. Unfortunately, this would be the first time but not the last. I was a 32-year-old mom of our only child, who was age two, when my husband left the first time. I remember my granddaddy telling my mom, “Divorce is like death.” That...
Spring Cleaning
As I open my master closet, the door seems heavy. It’s time for spring cleaning. I have a natural gift of purging and organizing, so why does this chore seem so hard? I hesitate and draw a breath. My hand reaches for the knob, and I know on the other side waits my uninvited friend—loneliness....