Fall is pretty, but autumn can hurt.
Author: Ridiculouswoman
When my husband entered hospice I finally learned that love, gratitude and laughter are what matter. Every new day is a do-over, another chance to try to live with kindness and an open heart. Or sometimes snark. But mostly kindness. And laughter. Mostly at myself. Photos are my own or from free sources; all writing is ©Anne Penway. No content on this site may be used for any reason without express written permission.
The First Tree to Turn
My impatience with summer comes earlier every year.
Grief Is Not A Disease
Go ahead and diagnose me.


