AKA "The Writing Woman"
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…
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”: There will be many…
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…
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…
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…
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…
I was pondering how different my life is now that I’m coming up on another new year without Rick. I’m used to this new normal. I’m past the heavy grieving stage, and I’m living the life of a single woman. I have a very full life. I spend time with my family, play with my…
I heard the news, and then I cried A boy I used to love has died We were just teens the night we met No boy had ever kissed me yet So long ago and far away He smiled at me and made my day He held my hand, he kissed my face I followed…
Beneath the surface, the pain waits For the waves of movement to stop For your flurry of activity to slow For the churning waters of your busy life to settle The life you were so proud of recreating from the ashes Beneath the surface, the pain waits For the quiet times, The peaceful times When…
The second anniversary of Rick’s death is Tuesday. In some ways, I can’t believe it’s been two years. In others, it feels like he’s been gone for ages. My life has changed so much since he was here, including finally acknowledging that I’m single again. Dating other men is surreal. How can this be? I…