I'm taking a class in writing creative nonfiction.  I printed out an article, posted September 22nd ("Bliss: wanting what you've got") about my husband's death and its effect on my life, and took it to read as my first offering.  While much of the criticism was standard and involved encoura… Read full post »

It's a hard experience to accept.  Love really isn't enough. 

I remember the numbing pain, like I'd just smacked my nose really hard, tears welling up that won't fall.  No release.  I studied that hard lesson again and again, but was a slow learner. … Read full post »

I'm trying to change my attitude these days.  I wake up already in "I don't want to" mode, and it's all downhill from there.  If I'm in a good mood, this manifests as a polite, "No, thanks."  Bad mood days find my mind desparately looking for a sleeping bag to crawl… Read full post »

The Saturday my husband died was a perfect fall day. The sky was a clear, deep blue and it was warm enough for just a sweater. After coffee and our morning NPR, Tom and I decided to put off the normal weekend house cleaning and chores and instead walked into town,… Read full post »

Here I am, getting started writing, again.  I will craft my life in words and cast my thoughts, feeling, concerns, and observations into the digital vastness.  I know I will do this NOW, unlike all the other times I have made this declaration and watched it fizzle, because I have… Read full post »