Tag: life
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Welcome to my art museum
Read more…: Welcome to my art museumIt is “that time of year” again. The fall holidays are already being overshadowed by Santa. I had a mini panic attack when I turned the corner in Costco and walked into a Christmas tree…in September! Ugh. Is it another Thanksgiving without my mom and dad already? Is it the dreaded month of December again?…
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Tootles
Read more…: TootlesTootles. That is what my youngest daughter said to me, with her face pressed against my car window, both of us with tears in our eyes as we parted ways in her college parking lot this week. Tootles. And in that space, that moment of departure from my role as her daily guardian, I saw…
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Unicorns & Your Solar System
Read more…: Unicorns & Your Solar SystemI found out this week that I am not a unicorn. I am not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing yet because I am still stunned by it. I honestly walked around my world for the past year and a half believing I was an actual unicorn. No one else…
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You won’t like me when I’m angry
Read more…: You won’t like me when I’m angryThere is truth in everything. Everyone has their own valid perspective and more than one thing can be true at the same time. I am not sure if I learned this from the Oprah show after school growing up or in therapy. Oh! And there are two sides to every coin. That might be from…
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Get back out there, they said…
Read more…: Get back out there, they said…I am 18 months into being “alone” in a world where I spent almost 30 years as a couple with my late husband, Erik. I have just started to use the phrase, “my late husband” because I have been referring to him as “my husband” in the present tense since he died. That is a…
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I’ll have the perpetuity package, please.
Read more…: I’ll have the perpetuity package, please.I loved watching the new show on Netflix this month called The Four Seasons. I love the cast but the whole show is a throwback to Alan Alda’s movie back in the olden days. I don’t know how old you are but I am M.A.S.H old and my mother was in love with Alan Alda.…
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Potholes
Read more…: PotholesI am in a pothole. I named these “grief episodes” after the cracks in the road that sometimes take us by surprise when we are driving. I never see them coming but have been learning to navigate them when they hit me. I know they are temporary and necessary for my growth. But they are…
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The Messengers in Manzanita
Read more…: The Messengers in ManzanitaHave you ever met someone “out in the wild” that was delivering a message to you at just the right time and place? I remember sitting with my parents in church on Sundays and wondering if my mom told the pastor about my teenage shenanigans because I thought the sermon was a direct message from…
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The Lasts
Read more…: The LastsToday is a hard day but it won’t be the last. Some days I just let the heartache bubble up like I am sitting in a hot tub of grief. Just soaking in the loss of my husband and sinking in a simmering brew of self pity and pain. These days used to scare me…
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You Hurt My Feelings
Read more…: You Hurt My FeelingsDo you remember the songs of your childhood? The ones your mom played in the kitchen while she cooked on Sundays and the songs that played on the radio while you were in the car? This will give away my age…I went to the Bee Gees tribute band concert this weekend in Atlanta. In full…
Comfort Food & the Dying Part 