Are you there God? It’s me, Sara.

I haven’t written since my mom died. Mom died. And still it just doesn’t slip off my fingers (off the tongue) without a fight. It doesn’t taste right. It’s just as wrong as it was yesterday and just as cruel was it was 6 months ago. I’ve written a thousand posts since then in my head — “blogs” that rival Lamentations and half the Psalms — writings that put Job’s misery and bipolar...

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