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”
I am surrounded by widows.
Not in the metaphorical sense or by friends or family, but physically in my neighborhood.
Continue reading “Widow ‘hood”
Who among you likes to take down and put away holiday decorations? I didn’t think so.
I had thought the second Christmas of widowhood would be easier, but I was dead wrong. Continue reading “Dead batteries”
According to Wicca philosophy, “the power of the moon cannot be overstated.”
Now, before you think I’m getting all “woo-woo,” I wanted to lead with that thought as it relates to a recent excursion I had with some friends when we attended a Moon Group led by a Wiccan High Priestess.
Continue reading “Sparkle balloons”