I am so very fortunate to have inadvertently stumbled into the closing ritual I apparently needed.
Closure Is Not Comfort
I recently reached closure in a family matter. A legacy matter. I did not think I would ever achieve any peace when it came to matters of my mother’s stuff, the unfortunate legacy of disquiet that settled, like the heavy dust and grime of neglect over long stretches of time, on the things left unsettled […]
Back Home Again in Indiana
Salvaging family memories from remnants of an abandoned home.