When I can’t find the words I need, I turn to poets and writers for their words on suffering. Some words are a balm. Others, an affirmation.
With apologies to Charles Dickens.
In many ways, 2017 was the best of times for me.
Then in the last eight months, it was the worst of times bringing terrible grief.
Now on the last day of 2017, I am looking forward with guarded optimism to 2018.
Sometimes help comes from the least expected place.
Sometimes help comes when we don’t know we need it.
Sometimes it comes in a few sentences rolled into a few paragraphs. Continue reading “My Italian Bulldozer”