I've been excited about my latest adventure. The local library invited me to have a table with my books at their annual local author fair. I’ve never done it before - never even considered it, mostly because I never considered ...
It's that time, again. The ten-day period between the anniversary of Rick's death and his birthday, the day we held his celebration of life. August 13th to August 23rd, 2017: the most painful time of my life. After seven years, ...
July 12th would have been our twenty-seventh wedding anniversary. In the seven years since Rick died, I’ve gone through many different stages of grief, and I’m a different woman than that distraught widow from years ago. Instead of sadness over ...
I reported for jury duty a couple weeks ago. It’s probably my tenth time in the past 45 years since I was first summoned in my early twenties. However, this was the first time I’ve served that we were allowed ...
THE LOST PIECE When a soul mate dies It leaves a hole with a ragged edge An empty space, too difficult to patch Although I try to find another piece that fits, The shape is never quite right And the ...
Life is normal now. I’m me, and I’m alone, and it’s okay. And then, suddenly, it’s not. When things are going well, I enjoy my life alone so much that I barely want to date. I have no desire to ...
Every now and then I hear one of those old songs from the 1940s that my parents used to listen to, and - wow - do those lyrics hit! The other night, as I lay awake in bed (as usual), I ...
As I sit here, reflecting on the year that has passed, I realized how alone I feel. Sure, I have lots of loved ones in my life - and many, many people I can count on to be there for ...
For a couple years after my husband died, grief completely overtook my life. I was in a pain-filled fog. I thought about him around the clock. There were memories of his loss everywhere - in my home, my life, my ...
At 66, I look back on my life as a series of eras: periods of varying lengths of time that were significant in some way or another. The innocent years of childhood. My turbulent and foolish teens. The wonder and ...