“Sweet April showers, do spring May flowers.” This is a popular rhyme often heard around springtime, and can be traced back to the mid 1500s.
“Sweet April showers, do spring May flowers.” This is a popular rhyme often heard around springtime, and can be traced back to the mid 1500s.
When my husband died after an eighteen-month battle with cancer, I thought my life was over. There was nothing I wanted to live for. I was full of tears and self-pity. I felt lost and frightened and lonely. I was angry, self-centered, and, in my preoccupation with my grief, I fear I was boring. The truth is that by and large, no matter how calm and controlled and accepting a face she may present to the world, a new widow is miserable and can be a very difficult creature.
My mother practiced excellent self-care. She had beautiful skin until the day she died. When my sister and I were children, we loved playing outside
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results