Tag: grief
Published on March 18, 2021
Ode to Bobcat
On Sunday morning I let my cat out the front door. Later that afternoon, I heard him yowling in the backyard to come in. I opened the door and was surprised to see he was limping, unable […]
Published on March 12, 2021
It Aint No Fairytale
Once upon a time, there was a girl who met a boy. They got married and had a child and lived happily, give or take, for a long time. Then one day, in the middle of May, […]
Published on November 04, 2019
Story of a Ring
He told me the diamond was Montana mined, found in the mighty mountains of Montana. I’m not sure if that was true, but I loved the thought of it. He gave it to me one night, slipped […]
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 May 02, 2019
Dancing with Widow (a year of firsts)
They call it that, ‘the year of firsts.’ The implication is that it will be a painful year of all the landmarks you will survive without your partner: the first holidays, the first birthdays, the […]
Published on April 29, 2019
Then What?
Into this box – old paints and thinners and primers and stains and cleaners and brushes. Take it away. Into that box – broken phones and batteries, cords and cameras no longer blinking. Take it away. […]
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The Energy of Things
This piece has been a while coming as I’ve looked about our home deciding what on earth to do with all of Mike’s things. “There is no rush, take your time. Things have energy and […]
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 November 14, 2017
Path to Different – Joining a Grieving Circle
A friend had told me about it: Our House. A grief support group where people gather to speak of their losses, to share their grief. Last night was my first meeting. I looked around the […]
