A Different Vantage
This past weekend my daughter and I attended a fundraiser in aid of a new hospice residence – the keynote speaker, a recent widow, was billed to talk about her experience with hospice. As the master of ceremonies began her introduction my daughter, fearing I might find the speech upsetting, quietly asked if I’d like […]
Facebook reminder
Facebook gave me one of its nudges this morning and sent me back to two years ago today, back to a blog post I’d written in the months before my world fell apart. I clicked through the link and re-read my own words – in them I found the message I needed to hear today. […]
A personal pep talk
I called on myself to be brave this past weekend and took step out of my comfort zone. I asked for a favor. Now I’m feeling limp and stupid. My confidence vanished the moment my request was spoken, a wish became an action and that action has left me fraught with self conscious worry. I […]
With this ring…
Forty-one years ago today a young man gave me a ring and a promise. We stood in a church and pledged ourselves to one another. Both the church and the young man are gone now – the church succumbing to old age, the young man to cancer. But the ring and the promise are mine […]
The mountain
Sometimes his gone-ness hits me square in the heart – it’s a surprise attack of alone-ness, and I am done. Done in. Un-done. Done of it. I’m having one of those days today. I’m doing my best to stay busy and focused, to stay positive- but I am failing miserably. Grief is bullshit – […]
The tomorrows
There was a smoldering fire somewhere on the beach this morning, its fragrance poked my subconscious as I walked with my dog. I found myself leaning into memory – suddenly awash in nostalgia as the smoke drifted deeper into my yesterdays. I had visions of embers darting into the night sky like stupefied fireflies. And […]
The First Flying Lesson
The first draft…. I’m cross eyed and skeptical and nervous and enthused – a mixed bag of emotions. The first draft of Writing From the Wound is ready for its first reader and I’m excited and scared to death in the same breath. I’ve asked one of my new neighbors to be the first reader. […]
I’m still here
I’ve been remiss in not keeping up with my posting scheduled – self monitored or not a schedule is something that should be respected. I have not written very much new of late but have been knee deep in blogs – choosing, sorting, editing. Organizing the Writing From the Wound posts has been all consuming. […]
Taking the Wheel
On April 22 I announced on the blog my intent to turn all my ‘Writing From The Wound’ posts into a book and I scared the bejeesus out of myself. I have been playing cat and mouse with that intent ever since. Every every single night I’ve promised myself that tomorrow would be the day, […]
Three hundred posts
Three hundred posts… a lot of words, a lot of memories, thoughts and emotions. For me the blog has been about more than those words on a page – it’s been a lifeline. The blog has provided an imagined connection with people even in my darkest, most confusing times – my readers have become the […]