The sky drizzled softlylike a delicate veil of rainas people hurried past with umbrellas open and eyes downcast.
London, 1971. The city yawned awake under a blanket of grey morning fog, the streets still glistening
**Diary Entry** The sky drizzled softlylike a delicate curtain of rainas people hurried by with umbrellas
“Will you marry me?” begged the lonely millionaire to the homeless man. What he asked for
Its impossible to prepare for the emptiness. I never thought Id go through a second divorce.
The Impossible Preparation for Emptiness I never imagined Id divorce twice. After the second time, I
**Impossible to Prepare for the Emptiness** I never thought Id go through a second divorce.
**London, winter of 1991.** The city woke to a biting cold that seeped deep into the bones.
Its impossible to prepare for emptiness. I never thought Id go through a second divorce. After it happened