Since my mother, Mary Albers, passed away, I’ve felt rather listless. Mom had a knack for helping me put life into perspective. And, now that she’s “shuffled off this mortal coil”…I’ve felt a little out of my element… so to speak. It’s one thing to know that you are OK, but it’s completely another to actually “know” it.
Now that I have another “failed” relationship under my belt, I find myself in a state of searching. “For what,” you ask? Well, it’s feels rather nebulous at the moment. Like a steaming cup of coffee after you’ve poured-in some half-and-half, but before you’ve stirred it completely. All those creamy tentacles reaching out to every nook and cranny of the cup.

