AKA "The Writing Woman"
In the eight years since Rick’s been gone, I’ve tried dating and managed to find three men who were potential partners. Yet, here I sit alone again, mulling over what went wrong with each budding relationship. One moved out of town for work. One returned to his ex-wife. The third is an on-again, off-again relationship that has gone on for … Read the blog
I love creating all the handouts for author events. Today’s delivery included my new business cards (I haven’t had one as an author) and two rack card designs.
The first is the handout for those who buy my third Writing Widow book. It has a QR code to a Spotify playlist with the songs mentioned in the book. I think
Just a reminder – if you’re in the Detroit metro area next weekend, be sure to drop by my table at the local Westland Library Author Fair. I’ll be signing my latest book, My Story: A Memoir in Prose and Poetry and I’ll also have copies of two of my widow books for sale/signing: A Widow’s Words: Grief, Reflection, Prose, … Read the blog
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, it doesn’t hit as hard. Well, at least that’s what I thought. But I realized that all last week I … Read the blog
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 remembered the lyrics of “There Will Never Be Another You”:
… Read the blogThere will be many other nights like this |
In October 2006, we found this house. It was a beautiful, quiet setting on a dead-end street. We had been considering a different house, but we came to look at this house one more time. When we saw it with the leaves turning color and the autumn light and smells all around us, we knew it was our new home. … Read the blog
FLOWERS FOR NO REASON
My life went on without you
I’ve lived through every season
But since you died, the thing I miss
Is flowers for no reason
These Hallmark Holidays, you claimed,
Were not what proved devotion
It was the times lived in between…
Vacations near the ocean
Or evenings on our backyard deck
And private jokes we shared… Read the blog
I always use writing to cope with a crisis – I wrote this poem last night and it gave me hope when I realized how much love is really out there.
Pandemic Musings – a Poem
The world stopped spinning suddenly
And here I sit (not patiently)
I watch the death toll rise each day
And hope my nerves won’t … Read the blog
I don’t blog as much anymore, so most of what I do write ends up posted on the Hope for Widows website because long ago, I promised them I’d write two a month. For the past few days, I’ve been a bit depressed and unsure why. I should have guessed – another day was approaching that used to be fun … Read the blog