Reconstructing Life in the Shadow of Grief

It feels like I’m at the start of an epic quest, but I can’t quite get moving.

The author’s yard covered in snow — Photo by Jacqueline Dooley

This morning I thought about how much a person’s life can change in fifteen years, while a yard stays very much the same. Take the snow, for example. I was outside slogging through it to get to the bird feeders. I was the first to disturb it (unless you count…