Writings
Published on April 26, 2019
Place Of My Devotion
To some it is a little black box, to others it is a temple. It can be a 10×10 cave or hold 500. It is the theater, a space where in the span of two […]
Published on January 23, 2019
Making Space for New
I confess I got sucked into the trend that was Marie Kondo’s book on decluttering, “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing.” Interestingly enough, I didn’t start listening to […]
Published on January 12, 2019
Clearing, De-Cluttering … Claiming, in a New Year
At the beginning of this new year, I am in the throes of cleaning / purging / clearing. It feels a bit like an obsession. As Lady Macbeth would say, “Out, damn’d spot! out, I […]
Published on November 26, 2018
She Rises ….
There is a saying I once heard, we overestimate what we can do in a day and underestimate what we can do in a year. After losing Mike last year, I’d never have believed I’d […]
Published on November 15, 2018
A New Man
Not too long after my husband’s passing it crossed my mind that at some point in the future I might consider being with a new man, not a man that could ever replace my husband, […]
Published on August 10, 2018
Mountain Man Whispers
That’s how I remember him best, my mountain man husband, wearing that felt hat, his hiking boots and that great big grin on his face. He was in his element outdoors, marching across the terrain, […]
Published on July 03, 2018
You Are Welcome Here
As I sat sharing a dinner with a new friend last night, one of my Air BnB guests, it occurred to me how far I had come on this journey when I opened up my […]
Published on June 28, 2018
The ‘Wail’ Song
Was it climbing up Flattop Mountain in Alaska, what was supposed to have been our mountain to climb, that sent me over the edge? Was it leaving his ashes in a crevice at the top, as […]
Published on May 17, 2018
Surrender to the Shadowlands
It is gray here. Even as the sun sparkles on the bright blue ocean, there is little impulse other than to sleep or escape into a novel for hours on end. I eat too much, […]
Published on April 23, 2018
Sometimes Our Six-Year-Old Knows Best
Relax. Breathe. Focus. These were the words my friend whispered over and over as I precariously made my way across the slack line for the first time. He whispered them again the second time, as I […]