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I Do Until I Don’t

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
B1, Friends, Trips 0 Comments

This past weekend my friend, B1, invited me to her hometown in Maryland for a wedding. I agreed, grabbed a new blazer and tie for the occasion and made my way by bus to the state which is generally only on my radar for work. Having never been to a wedding in my adult life or a Catholic Mass (ever) …

Goodbye

And here we are…

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
Bar, Friends, Mom 0 Comments

So it turns out to be true: Time will move us forward. Three-hundred and sixty-five days ago I was sure in my thinking that I’d be right here. That was correct. Who would be with me was incorrect. It’s been three-hundred and sixty-six days since the moment Mom passed away. How odd it stills seems. Rather than let the anniversary …