I lost my wife last year. Cancer, not divorce. Not the same, but similar. I had been dreading Christmas until I gave myself permission to skip it. My reindeer stayed in the cellar, and my boxes and boxes of decorations stayed in the attic. Well-meaning family and friends were bound to call or visit, which would have been hell. Instead, my two dogs and I spent a couple days in my retro camper in a national forest. I’ll probably do the same next Christmas, and again any time I’d rather be alone than taking care of people who feel sorry for me.

Writing about life and love, along with a few crazy stories just for fun.

Writing about life and love, along with a few crazy stories just for fun.