Surviving the First Year
The visitors have gone home. The last casserole dish is washed and waiting to be returned. And now it is two o'clock on an ordinary afternoon and you are standing in a house that has never been this quiet, realizing that this - this is your life now, and no one is coming to fix it. You can't cook. You can't sleep. There is a stack of paperwork you cannot make yourself open, and people keep saying ...
The visitors have gone home. The last casserole dish is washed and waiting to be returned. And now it is two o'clock on an ordinary afternoon and you are standing in a house that has never been this quiet, realizing that this - this is your life now, and no one is coming to fix it. You can't cook. You can't sleep. There is a stack of paperwork you cannot make yourself open, and people keep saying ...
