And at Writers Daily Dive we gather at 1:00 as usual for our live writing salon on Zoom. We meet. We chat. We mute. We write in silence. Its a little bit genius.
This is tremendous, Kara. The movement here in details, emotions and time are done so, so well. There is angst here but it transforms from frustration, impending doom, anger, anticipation, loss. The time collapse in the last paragraphs, going from urgent to sitting with memory is exquisite. Thank you so much for this, Kara.
“ Every day I loathe the neighbors a little bit more. I’m not sure exactly how or why, but I know they killed you with their toxic yard spraying.” I am with you every breathless step of the way through this devastating journey — what a story of love - it must be told ! And the way you tell it takes us with you……
This is tremendous, Kara. The movement here in details, emotions and time are done so, so well. There is angst here but it transforms from frustration, impending doom, anger, anticipation, loss. The time collapse in the last paragraphs, going from urgent to sitting with memory is exquisite. Thank you so much for this, Kara.
“ Every day I loathe the neighbors a little bit more. I’m not sure exactly how or why, but I know they killed you with their toxic yard spraying.” I am with you every breathless step of the way through this devastating journey — what a story of love - it must be told ! And the way you tell it takes us with you……
Oh, thank you for your note. My husband was 65. He is always present.
Thank you so much!
Heartbreaking. I can feel the love in every word. I’m a widow too. My husband died from cancer 2.5 years ago. He was 53. 🙏🥰