One.

One.

I wake up each morning with my arm reaching for you. You’re not there. I wake up alone and go through the day alone. One coffee cup. One bathroom towel. One breakfast plate. One seat at the table. One glass of wine. One side of the bed. Some mornings before I...
Sixteen Months to the Day

Sixteen Months to the Day

Author’s note: I wrote this on the 15th, but with the usual closing delays, we did not finalize until the 16th. Today, sixteen months to the day, I am selling and closing my late husband’s company, The Bajan Group, after 32 years in business. I could not do this...