Winnie

Thursday afternoon, I sit at the lunch table reading a self-help book. I've been on the job for a month now.

My lunch, chick salad, is off to the side. Next to the book is my journal.

I tap my pen on my journal as I read.

It's the third book I've read so far.

Chandler is good at picking books.

So far, I've learned I have reached the "bargaining" stage of grief. Yet, sometimes I still think about what I could give, donate, provide, etc., in ...