I sat in front of my computer and stared at the blinking cursor. That little black line seemed to mock me on a regular basis as of late. I couldn’t conjure up any words let alone string them together to form sentences. I had never believed writer’s block was a real thing. Stories flowed easily… Read More Overcoming Writer’s Block: A Personal Journey
After my mom passed away, mornings were the toughest time of day for me. Before she died, mom and I used to start most mornings on the phone over coffee. Some days I would call her, and she would say, “give me a few minutes to grab my coffee and I’ll call you right back.”… Read More Morning Coffee Chats…A Hard Habit To Break.
My mom had a plate she displayed on the kitchen counter. It was white, rectangular shaped, and sat on a small easel. Nothing out of the ordinary really. She used it as a makeshift bulletin board mostly for reminders. With a dry erase marker she would jot down an appointment reminder or a couple of… Read More Mom’s Christmas Plate
The airport felt more like an amusement park with people lined up elbowing their way to the front of the rollercoaster line. I slowly shuffled forward a couple of steps at a time. Normally, I love people watching, creating stories in my head for the elderly couple holding hands behind me or the young mom… Read More Is There Ever A Good Time To Check Your Baggage?
Little by little we let go of loss but never of love. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp. https://twitter.com/LittleMizWordy/status/1227308150518403072 Loss can bring us to our knees in a moment’s time or slowly simmer within… Read More Learning To Dance With The Limp
Have you ever lost a friend? Was that loss in some ways more painful than the end of a love affair? Women’s friendships so often come to a crossroads at which time two women can try to hold on to the friendship, staying connected, or the friends can take two completely separate paths without each other. Many… Read More My Other Ex: Women’s True Stories Of Leaving And Losing Friends
Dear C.R., It has been one week since you departed my side for the after life. I have opened my eyes each morning refusing to believe it is true. They say time will heal and each day will become a bit easier to bear without you by my side, but how can that be true… Read More RIP C.R. – Gone But Not Forgotten
A letter to the boy at the funeral home today: I attended a funeral today. I didn’t know the man who died, but I know he was your whole world. I stood in a room surrounded by people whose lives he touched. I’m sure you didn’t know all of them, but I know we both… Read More You Don’t Know Me, But I Attended Your Dad’s Funeral Today.
