Looking Out My Back Door: I am more than ready to be home

Three weeks ago I left the sunny climes of Mexico for the frigid badlands of the Yellowstone River around Glendive, one of the strangest trips I’ve traveled.

As the holiday season which ends the Old and precedes the New Year rolls around, I tend to be introspective. Plunked down in the country where my ex-husband lived out the last years of his life, here for his memorial service, made me even more so. Memories surfaced like snippets of film.

When a couple have children together, there is always a relationship. Then the grandchildren come along, another shared bond. To forestall an em...