Wednesday morning. The trash men are long gone - sayonara until next week - but a bag of trash still sits on the back porch. I grumble under my breath. The one household chore - the ONE - that is designated for my h…

Edit: This post is not make you feel bad for me or to give psychological insights you may think it gives you to me. This is for me. It is the exhale of an event I've been trying to let go for years. It is not front a…