Desperations of Reality: Ashes of Remembering (Storms Out of Quietness Far Adrift Off True) Paperback – Large Print, March 17, 2026

The Title defines a place of decisions, despair, and choices one makes in times of chaos, and the repercussions of that follow.Tragic, she thought, how one decides and acts on one choice, often with poor advice and that choice, once acted upon, will take you so deep into despair it seems there is no way back.Once the wrong choice has been acted upon, often, a person will keep going deeper and further into wrong decisions, which can lead to more wrong choices; based on just that one first wrong choice. It was a spiral and Megan had entered one of them.This was an epiphany. It was a realization that this was exactly what she had done.The suffering she had inside was more than the loss of the dream; it was crushing guilt and shame over what she had done by selling her love ring, the irreplaceable now gone, just to survive. The terrible guilt she carried was a knowing that instead of going back home to her husband while she still had the right and opportunity, she had made an irreversibly wrong choice. It was too late now. She had crossed the lines and broken the trust.She pulled the keys out and put them in her purse, gathered her papers, and got out of the car.As she began walking, noticing how still it was in the drizzle, how quiet, so quiet her footsteps echoed in the silence and seeing the lights on in houses as she walked, emphasized the emptiness of it all.It was like a shroud of despair settling on her in the mist and then the distinctive sound of the harbor bell in the silence made her want to turn around and run back home the more; but she kept walking, and when she reached the back-porch, the aroma of food met her. Pausing a moment to gather composure, when she walked up the steps and opened the screen door, it creaked. Like a homecoming sound, it was welcoming.Entering the big screened-in porch, she stood for a moment before stepping forward to the kitchen door. There were sounds of normal coming through, and Megan breathed a sigh of mixed emotions.Knowing she would face questioning eyes when she opened the door, she mustered a smile and, with a wave of her hand saying hello to all, started towards the stairs. But one woman said “There’s a message for you on the bulletin board.” Read more