Look, I’m tired. Everything is a major endeavor. However, I have to keep on going. Now, I’m a young(ish) widow with a 14 year old son. I have a company to run, with hundreds of people counting on me to make the right decisions in this topsy-turvy world. […]
I’ve been a bit down the last few weeks. As many of you have reminded me, grief has its own timetable. I’m still processing. As a psychologist, I’m self-reflecting, noting that I may perhaps be in the anger stage of grief. Being angry doesn’t ease the grief. It’s […]
I’m not going to lie. I’m a bit groggy. I may or may not make any sense. After a day intermixed with work and having a difficult post office transaction, I needed to sit on the couch and watch a completely silly no-effort movie. I watched the Netflix […]
I have not had a lot of time as of late to sit down and write. Work, useless discussions, tears, and feelings of guilt have dominated my time. It’s a merry-go-round of emotions around here lately. And, moments of introspection and reflection book-end my days. It is with […]
He, too, wanted to be an adventurer She put it in his head he could enhance his status as a lecturer She made it seem a delight But it had always given him a fright He wanted to explore And to adore But darkness always creeped up And […]
January’s have been hard for me. I’ve lost three dear loved ones in past January’s. When I seemingly got through this past Friday, the 13th, I breathed a sigh of relief. That was foolish of me. I sit here having cried for two days now. Grief never goes […]
I’m sorry you were in pain I’m sorry you were alone I’m sorry life was a bit cruel I can only hope you’re no longer in pain I can’t say I understand why you’re gone I just know we have to get through no longer having you around […]
Our pets are our family members. Plain and simple. Today, I just have a small bit to share. Our family turtle, whose nane was squirtle (as so named by my son), passed away. He traveled cross-country with us from Los Angeles to New York. He loved the car […]
She stared at the prickly flowers. They were beautiful. They were rough. They were fiery yet gentle. They were like her mother. And, today was the day she had dreaded since childhood. She put on her black dress. She grabbed a shawl and a hat. She held her […]
She had been a bit of whimsy mixed with a dash of meticulousness and a coating of stamina and strength. Perhaps just like most women. Most humans. It was hard to go through the little that was left of hers. What to keep? A piece of people that […]
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