AKA "The Writing Woman"
I’ve always considered myself a logical person. I love puzzling out things, playing detective. Rick teased me about my supposed sleuthing skills all the time and affectionately called me Kinsey Millhone (the great fictional detective in the Sue Grafton novels). I like logic so much, I even took two logic classes in college. But if…
It’s just a day. I keep telling myself that. A day has no power. A day can’t hurt you. Why did I fear waking up today, August 13th? I’ve made it this far. I made it through all the days and weeks and months after this horrible day last year, and I’ve survived. Last year,…
I’ve been writing a lot lately. I have so many thoughts swirling around in my mind that I need to get out. I know it has to do with the looming one-year anniversary of Rick’s death and the grief that evokes. I want so much to remember everything about him, his love for me, and…
Beginning next month, the old company logo at work is being replaced and removed from all our products. Rick created that logo 20 years ago. I thought, there goes another piece of Rick, his legacy, his mark on the world. And I swallowed the temptation to cry as business continued to be discussed around me….
Wednesday is garbage day in my part of the neighborhood, and every Wednesday evening, when I return home from babysitting my grandsons, I wheel the empty garbage can and recycling bin back to their place on the side of my garage. And – sometimes – if it’s very late when I get home, or it’s…
When Rick and I were first dating, I was nervous about it. We had met online and this was well before an app for swiping through potential mates was even invented. It was 1996, and it was the early days of internet dating using America Online. Because online dating was a completely new and bizarre…
“It takes a village to raise a child” is a well known African proverb that means child-rearing is a communal effort, that raising a child requires the experience and support of an entire community with whom the child can interact to help him or her learn and grow. And since the death of my husband…
My latest post is on Hope for Widows website: In Memoriam: Navigating the Bridge Between “Us” and “Me” Ever since Rick died, when making decisions or buying something new, I’ve thought in terms of what he would have liked or disliked. I do lots of things “in his memory,” and as the first anniversary of his…
I thought it may all be past me now, the feeling of devastation, the tsunami of pain. Apparently, it wasn’t. I made it through our anniversary yesterday. We were married July 12, 1997. He died one month after our anniversary last year. I feared it would be a day filled with the pain of his…
I met a man who loved the sun, I knew at once he was the one. He said, I’ll take you far and wide, If only you will be my bride. I said “I do,” sealed with a kiss, And we began our wedded bliss. His word was true, and we did go Around the…