If you know me, you know I like a clean house. If you are a friend of mine, I have probably cleaned your house. Maybe you were pregnant, tired, taking care of a sick child, or just sitting at your kitchen table while my restless hands loaded your dishwasher. I am not writing about just … More CLEANING HOUSE
Some rules you just have to follow – like wearing your seat belt. It protects everyone. Some rules are guidelines for being a good person – like the Golden Rule. Some rules we impose on ourselves and sometimes those need to be broken. I have always been a rule follower. Fear of getting caught and … More BREAK THE RULES
Good things happen to sad people. You get my play on words – everyone knows the famous book When Bad Things Happen to Good People by Harold S. Kushner. And we aren’t really sad people, but I think you know what I mean. Good things and good times can and do happen when you are grieving … More GOOD TIMES
I have started swearing. A lot. I mean, I always swore a little, but now I am unleashed. I am busting out bad words alone in my car, behind my bedroom door, and on my walks in the woods. If you see me talking to myself or hear me through an open window – just … More BUSTING OUT
You guessed it – I had to pull off the road to take this photo. I knew this hay barn in western Massachusetts would become a blog post. I have gone back and forth between the title Shelter and Still Standing. Both titles work. I saw myself when I saw that hay barn. I offer shelter and … More SHELTER
My favorite pictures of myself are the ones my husband took. He was the family photographer and collected cameras like this old Rollieflex. The photo of me on cross country skis is the last one he took of me. I like to think about what he was seeing when he snapped the shot. I wonder what … More SELF PORTRAITS
Things go missing. Check out this lonely sock club. Where are the matches? I usually find them, eventually, rolled up at the bottom of someone’s bed, separated from a twin during a fitful sleep. Sometimes socks migrate from one room to the other via distracted laundry sorting. Seinfeld had a bit about socks that go … More LOST AND FOUND (and a birthday poem)
The holidays are in the rear view mirror. So are the anniversary dates of my husband’s death, burial, and service. These days are intertwined and have a tight grip on the season. The season of good tidings of comfort and joy…. In an earlier post I said I would be out of here for … More Comfort And Joy
There is no getting “there.” I am like these tracks I hiked by last weekend, I keep rolling, mile after mile. We all do. Life comes at you, pulls you along, sweeps you onward, rumbles into the next station. Grief, I am learning, is like that. Last December, on the one year anniversary of my … More Mile After Mile (and a found poem)
In my imagination…I see a few New Englanders standing by the side of this road discussing what to name it. Someone suggests Lake Street because maybe there is a lake at the end. Someone else calls out how about Mountain View, because of the beautiful mountains in sight. Meadow Lane is tossed into the mix because … More Call It What It Is
WIDOW WONDERINGS 