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.
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”
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.
I am surrounded by widows.
Not in the metaphorical sense or by friends or family, but physically in my neighborhood.
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.
When I turned 50, I told my husband I wanted to commemorate hitting the half century mark by either getting a tattoo or a motorcycle.