Sarah’s Saint – VII

Months had come and gone since I had scattered my husband’s ashes at the beach. Life had fallen into a comfortable routine of waking, walking and writing. Something I never meant to do, or even thought possible, but once I began, the words seemed to flow from my heart, through to my arm and intoContinue reading “Sarah’s Saint – VII”

Sarah’s Saint – VI

The day arrived. It was no surprise to me that it would be dull and gray, wind whipping and the rain lashing. I stood at the window, gathering my courage. “One last time,” I whispered, hugging myself as if it would give me strength. Walking over to the mantel, I let my fingers trace theContinue reading “Sarah’s Saint – VI”