This is a memory of my first New Year’s evening based on memories and also the realization that YES… life is different! The first New Year after a loss is almost impossible to imagine. Hard to fathom that our loved one died...last year. Such a distance and disconnect. But to leave a century … [Read more...]
The Broken Box
Our doorbell rang about four-thirty yesterday afternoon. Of course, the dogs barked endlessly, as I walked to the door. There on the brick steps was a large, white, CRATE AND BARREL, cardboard box. I had been expecting this delivery all week and was impressed with the store’s timing. … [Read more...]
Being Alone Versus Being Lonely
I like to be alone at times. I find that concentration on just being in the present is easier when on my own. Listening to the sounds around me, enjoying a special memory or concentrating on a project all lend to the importance of being alone. … [Read more...]
There are Storms We Can Not Weather
I wrote this piece a month after, Herschell, died. I think it is a realistic depiction of grief felt losing a loved one. Please try to FEEL my memories as you read the story. … [Read more...]
Calee’s Dreams
I wrote this piece from my heart. Though several years have passed since the end of the trial, none of us will forget the day of the verdict. … [Read more...]
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