I walked on a beach yesterday and didn’t cry.
It may seem stupid in some ways, but as I have shared in previous posts, the beach is the most sacred of spaces that I associate with my late husband, and it has been more than two years since I have had the courage to do so. Continue reading “Small victories”
When we tuned in last, I was in hot pursuit of my cat Joey.
Well following the hound incident, I have wracked up two other Joey-related, albeit odd experiences. Continue reading “Mirages and possums”
Sick and tired of the string of losses and constant heartbreak over the past couple of years, I literally went to the dogs this weekend. Continue reading “To the dogs”
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.
Continue reading “To the beach”
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.
Continue reading “Ring of truth”
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”
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”