I was happy to finally be landing at my home airport yesterday after a short but exhausting business trip, this time to the West Coast for another one-day client event that meant tacking on two additional days just for travel. Continue reading “Plane talk”
Author: msanders1313
Hello,
My name is Martha and I am a writer, marketing professional and all around wiseguy trying to get through a difficult juncture and put my pants on one hoof at a time, just like everyone else!
To the beach
I can’t get thoughts of the beach out of my mind today.
It would have been my husband’s 62nd birthday, and I know if he were still here, we would be sitting on a sandy dune in Wells Beach Maine, under an umbrella, slathered in SPF 50 while watching people and the waves as they meet on the shore.
Queen’s wave
It’s said that the origin of the queen’s wave dates back to the era of King George V and Queen Mary, both enthusiastic wavers who after suffering wrist strains, sought a medical consultation and modified their greetings to the masses to the present day “opening a jam jar” royal motion. Continue reading “Queen’s wave”
Ring of truth
I married relatively later in life, and so being unfamiliar with some of its rituals, had asked my friend Pam about a rather important one in particular.
Kentucky Coffee Tree
I flew to Ohio last weekend to plant a tree.
Not just any tree, but a Kentucky Coffee Tree in memory of my sister Anna.
You see, we were all born in Kentucky, and my sister was to coffee what alcoholics are to vodka. Continue reading “Kentucky Coffee Tree”
Chocolate bunnies and atonement
The story behind the advent of Easter fascinates me.
I was raised Southern Baptist, so am familiar with the religious accounting of the death and resurrection of Jesus. Continue reading “Chocolate bunnies and atonement”
A crowded solitary journey
It’s been three months since my sister’s passing, and so I checked in with my brother-in-law Joe to see how he is holding up.
Uprooted
Just when you feel that your life may be on track, fate, the gods, or happenstance steps in front of you and waves its fat, jiggly arms.
I posted last week about tackling some of my late husband’s belongings in the bedroom. It was a mistake. Continue reading “Uprooted”
Empty drawers
Today’s the day I will muster my courage and empty my husband’s dresser.
As I approach the much dreaded two-year mark of his passing, I know I have made great progress “getting on with my life” as it were. But ridding my bedroom of his presence has not been a part of that yet. Continue reading “Empty drawers”
Food of life
When my sister Anna died, I sent a text shout-out to my friends asking that they not send flowers.
I am going to sound like a total ingrate in this post, but honestly, that is not my intention.
Grief is an annoying houseguest who won't leave 