Debuting a brand new story today...
following a woman past her prime, looking for meaning in widowhood, and finding purpose and joy in doing the things she has never done, but has always wanted to do.
Everyone plays a role. I play the grieving widow. But am I grieving?... I feel numb and hollow now with my plastic smile and my appropriate amount of tears and blurred mascara, saying and doing things people expect. When have I ever done something unexpected?
Read the first chapter, if you'd like. -