What I’m Learning in This Process
I became a widow the morning of April 7, 2021 at 5:37 AM. Since two AM I watched and listened to my husband of nearly 45 years struggle with labored breathing. I knew he wasn’t in any pain — probably the only positive about end-stage renal disease. I called the…
This is not hyperbole….
What will I wake up to?
Are we as a country still in one piece, or has our patchwork unraveled even further?
Will transition hopefully go peacefully?
I don’t know and I can’t guess…all I am doing is replaying possible scenarios in my head, and none of them are positive…
An Unexpected Discovery
I never understood the appeal of gardening. On your knees, in the dirt and grass. Pulling weeds, watering, trimming, and maybe growing flowers and/or veggies. Worst thing me for — dirt under my fingernails. That’s the same reason I never threw pots.
My Nana could make anything…
The Enervating Path Through Grief
Yesterday the kitchen smelled. I forgot to clean the aluminum foil with the steak juice and store the small piece of left-over beef before I went to bed. Now I stood at the bedroom door, assaulted by odor and not even six feet from the galley-senior-living-kitchen.
It’s time. When it…
(A Bit of Insanity, with a Quick Note from Bruce: Yippy Ki-yay…)
It started innocently enough. (Don’t they all?) I would take the city bus, a half-mike from my apartment complex, and just ride it around downtown Burlington to see where exactly it goes and where I can get on and off and explore.
Simple plan.
The weather is gorgeous now and…
Self-Care After Death
It’s 7:30 Wednesday morning. I’m worried about the week ahead, forgetting, of course, that today’s only Wednesday. Grief screws with time in limitless ways; I keep thinking it’s Saturday.
I’m supposed to meet a neighbor at 10 AM to get vegetables to plant because it’s supposed to rain the next…
Join in and send me what we all…
Especially in this political climate…
Agape has been my word for the past four years: practicing loving kindness and compassion. Over eight months into the first year, I thought I was doing pretty well. I was enjoying people, smiling more, giving compliments, feeling more relaxed, always saying thank you…I was riding high.
But — sometimes…
originally published at the beginning of this journey — 2018
