Category: Transformation
Published on January 26, 2023
Paralyzed
Not sure how to move forward. My right is so comfortable and sure-footed. My left, unsure, confused. Can’t quite remember how to move forward unbound. I am asking them to align, to move in synchronicity. As partners. But […]
Published on October 21, 2022
Life or Death. Really?
I woke up the other day with a big knot in my stomach. Not really a surprise, as I’d been expanding at a tremendous rate for the past months and was bound to hit some “upper […]
Published on November 25, 2020
The Journey Home
On an altar of white silk we placed her body. She is that now, a body. We dressed her in a vibrant pink and orange dress she used to wear when she sang. We surrounded her with flowers, […]
Published on March 18, 2020
All That was Left was the Okra
It struck me as oddly bizarre, in these crazy times, to notice that all that was left on the frozen food shelves was the okra. I wish I’d taken a photo. It felt like a snapshot of […]
Published on May 20, 2019
Why Come?
Why come? I’ve struggled with this question as I’ve started reaching out to promote “Widows Anonymous.” Even as I personally felt the keen push to put this work up on the stage, I kept thinking, “that’s all […]
Published on May 05, 2019
Two Sides of the Coin
I wake up this morning with a heavy heart. It is our wedding anniversary. We would have been married 28 years. My initial impulse is to crawl under the covers with the cat on my heart and […]
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 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, […]
