by Lorinda Boyer | Oct 7, 2026 | Substack
Monday, my wife and I celebrated thirteen years of marriage. Thirteen. The number hotels occasionally pretend doesn’t exist. The number associated with bad luck, witches, superstition, and apparently one pretty darn happy marriage. I’ll take it. When Sandy... 
by Lorinda Boyer | Sep 27, 2026 | Substack
At eighteen, I moved from the house I was raised into the house I bought with my nineteen-year-old husband. It was my first move ever. I packed everything I owned into a refrigerator box, thinking I was both clever and resourceful. Until the box had to be moved, of... 
by Lorinda Boyer | Jan 19, 2026 | Guest Author/Poet, Poem, Substack
This piece was written by my niece, Abigail.She wrote it in the quiet space grief leaves behind—the place where absence becomes a chair no one else sits in, where love keeps showing up even when a person can’t. I’m sharing her words with her permission, exactly as she...
