When my husband David French came home from war, he was not the same man I married.  He was foul tempered, sleep-deprived, and grief-stricken.  

Though we were not prepared to deal with this trauma well or easily, we took our own shaky path toward healing.

In this highly textured, multi-layered piece, I attempt to show how we sometimes must meander our way toward becoming the people we were meant to be.