![]() She is not superwoman and she falls and fails at many turns, but she never stays down (well, down for very long at least). Sophie is a mess, but an honest and charming one. She needed a change and when her job forced a leave of absence on her a move up to Oregon to live with her best friend from college and daughter seemed like a good idea. She went to work in a bathrobe, wanted to sleep with her grief counselor and had the police come to her house when she started throwing her dish set against the house late at night. She had only been married for three years when her husband died of Hodgkin’s disease and she wasn’t dealing with it very well. Sophie is 36 years old, childless, newly widowed, and unhappily employed. ![]() ![]() Then I had the sudden realization that my husband was gone, dead, and the next thing I knew the car was lurching through the door. Ethan had been trying to find a copy of this skit for years, and now here it was on the radio. I was coming home from work one night and-even though my husband has been dead for three months-I honestly thought I would run inside and tell him to turn on the radio because they were playing an old recording of Flip Wilson, whom he just loves. I drove my Honda through our garage door. ![]() My name is Sophie Stanton and I’ve joined the grief group because…well, because I sort of did a crazy thing. ![]()
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