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September 20, 2018.Writing From The Wound

September 19, 2018. A birth day. A solemn day. A day of remembrance.  We took him to Mount Baker, to the place of happy memories and connection. To where we learned what family means, what family is. Just the four of us. The four of us and the box containing the physical remainder of him […]

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Sorting the debris

September 18, 2018.Writing From The Wound

I’ve been working my way through the clutter of an unexpected exit (this sentence doesn’t do the chore justice).  I am wading through mountains of paper, trying to sort out someone else’s procrastinations and it’s a shit show. It’s another thing on a long list of things I never wanted to do. It feels like […]

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A personal pep talk in a public forum

September 15, 2018.On Writing.#insecurity

I fear I may have shot myself in the foot.  I jumped the gun and put myself in a vulnerable position – I asked for advice before I was confident enough to accept it. I thought I was looking for input but what I was really after was reassurance and I didn’t get it.  Now […]

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Choosing favorites

September 13, 2018.On the Lighter Side.#aging

I got a little behind doing the laundry last week. Not a big deal you’re probably thinking, everyone gets behind the laundry from time to time. But it turns out it was a big deal, but not in the way you might be thinking. I am a creature of habit, maybe even a lazy creature […]

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‘Old Girls’ on parade

September 10, 2018.On the Lighter Side.#cars

The ‘old girls’ got gussied up and strutted their stuff on the weekend – all spit and polish and putting it out there like super models. They lifted their hoods, exposed their mufflers and invited gawkers to take a peek at their manifolds.  The ‘old girls’ were on display, best tire forward. I’ve been to […]

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Hindsight and Forgiveness

September 8, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#forgiveness

I would love to say I was the perfect, patient, loving spouse in those last few months of my husband’s life but the truth is I wasn’t. I was frustrated and angry and terrified. We didn’t know what the hell was going on and he and I were coming at the problem from two different […]

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Milestones – the 200th Post

September 6, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I am a person who likes to measure things, it motivates me. I began blogging in May 2017, in December I posted my 100th essay – a milestone.  I celebrated the mark with a blog: I started the blog unsure about what I would write about – it turns out I’m not fussy, I will […]

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One step at a time

September 4, 2018.Writing From The Wound.#Grief. Recovery

I still wake up some mornings and get splashed in the face with overwhelming sadness, other days it arrives like a soaker; ice cold grief seeping through my shoes, into my socks and numbing me from my feet up. Either way I get drenched on a daily basis. I thought I’d be further down this […]

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On my way

September 2, 2018.Momentos.#grief

I was walking the dog this afternoon, the sun was shining and a fall breeze was pushing newly dried leaves across the sidewalk.  I was lost in thought; visions of back to school and days of yore; when a motorcycle screeched to a stop at the corner. I’m not up on motorcycles, one looks much […]

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A consolation prize

August 30, 2018.On the Lighter Side.#aging

 Super Seniors Day —  As a rule there is not much super about being a senior, aside from the old age pension and seniors discounts at a variety of merchants. Today is a super senior day at the drug store – yay!  I only had to give up youth and vigor to qualify to participate, […]

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