I am a mother, a widow, a worker, a runner, a lover of words, a worrier, a person finding my way in life after loss....
My original title for this blog, which has been swirling around in my head for months, was Look Forward. But like so many times over the past many months when I have failed to write – the push and pull of what I want to say, what I feel, leaves me confused. So I … More Left Behind
I had a run in with a bull last summer. Really it was more of a “run from.” See that big guy with the yellow tag on his ear? He’s our local bull. One day this past June I volunteered to help walk the perimeter of the pasture and check the fence. This particular part … More Muscle Memory (Jump The Fence)
Sometimes you have to be creative when you need to hold it together. You have to fix the fence with whatever nail or screw you can find and get it done. It isn’t perfect, nothing matches, the repairs happened over the years, but it works. In this case, the fence stays up and the horses … More Hold It Together
If only it was this easy. Pull a string and help is on the way. You know, good help, the kind that is actually helpful. I saw this in the bathroom at physical therapy where I am receiving very good help (finally – woohoo) for the pain in my face and jaw. I chuckled as … More HELP IS ON THE WAY
I went missing – from this blog and more. I haven’t shown up here to write and I faded from friends and activities. But I want to come back. I am figuring out how. I wonder how I will do? Grief brought me to this blog. I was never more present with myself then when … More The Missing
This is a tricky Pyrex situation. Clearly we have too many pieces and the extraction of one item can lead to a crash of glass or at least require some careful navigating. But each piece was collected over time and has just the right shape or a favorite pattern. When you combine households (and one … More TRUTH OR DARE
I met a woman today whose husband is dying. She is not sure when, or how it will all go down, but he is dying. The conversation started with us discussing air conditioning, and I am sure there was a logical progression to discussing death and impending widowhood. But then again, maybe there wasn’t because … More OUT TO SEA
