October 12 was the 3rd anniversary of my sister’s death. I still miss my sister after three years. But she wasn’t just a sister to me. She was 15 years old when I was born. And she was like a second mother to me. When I was young I even...
I read a mystery last week. It’s the first mystery I’ve read in a year. The last? I read it to my sister as she was dying. One year later and I still miss her. I don’t know why I stopped reading for pleasure. Reading was...
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My name is Jennifer and I’m a mid-life blogger who wants to inspire other empty nesters to follow their visions, connect with their creativity and try new things. Read More