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Ray worked with my late husband as a part-timer for the City of Medford. Part-time meaning he worked a full schedule for nine months out of the year, but then was laid off for three months so the city wouldn’t have to pay him benefits. My husband started out this way, and was hired asContinue reading “Nine. Ray Used To Work With My Husband.”

Here’s how it happened to me. It all started with a mistake on my part, that at the time did not seem like a mistake. I had moved from Medford to Klamath Falls after my husband died, not because I wanted to be in Klamath Falls but because I could afford it. I lived thereContinue reading “Eight. It’s Frighteningly Easy To End Up Homeless.”

So it turns out that Bob, whose couch I’m now crashing on, can’t read. At all. I don’t mean he’s functionally illiterate – I mean no one ever taught him to read and write. He can’t enter someone’s name into his smart phone – he has to have help making calls. When he watches TV,Continue reading “Seven. Educational Neglect Is A Thing.”

Went to my recovery support group, thinking I would try to pass the night in a local ICU ward that I’m familiar with. I wouldn’t know how to get to it if I hadn’t been there before. This was where my late husband passed away. I know I’m really shut down now, because ordinarily IContinue reading “Six. Crashing On A Man’s Couch.”

This is an excerpt from the paper journal entry I made the night Sally informed me that I just needed to get off my ass and try. ***** Yesterday was Thursday, not Wednesday. I got the date wrong. I don’t have my calendar with me, and don’t have a smart phone. (Wouldn’t know how toContinue reading “Five. More on “Just Not Trying”.”

This will probably be rambly and need editing – my apologies in advance. So….my friend Sally. (My “friend” – ? Well. Not any more. One thing I’ve learned in my 58 years, is that I’m better off with no friends, than with abusive friends.) Here’s what happened. After night number two of crashing on Sally’sContinue reading “Four. “You’re Just Not Trying!””

So, this is a topic we sit around and discuss. Strangely without emotion, as if we were discussing baseball scores. Mind you, these are not suicidal women. I myself am not a suicidal woman. It’s just a thing we discuss. I recently gave my last firearm to my friend Sally, who has offered me herContinue reading “Three. The Issue of Suicide.”