3 months. A quarter of a year. And I still hurt. It has been about 90 days without our dog. I can’t say that it has been easy. The house is still full of silence, but occasionally, I will sit and play the piano. Now that the semester has finished, I have time to play the piano without feeling guilty about it. I usually warm up with some hymns from a hymnal my 7th grade religion teacher gave me, and then I’ll play some classical music or Broadway music. It is always a much-needed catharsis, and it always has been in times of trial.

I meant to post this last week, but as the way of writers go, nothing ever works out as planned.  Continue reading →