Who or what else could M be for? None other than my late husband. Especially since I’m writing this at O’Hare on my layover home from Michigan. It’s about a 3000-step walk from where we landed to the distant concourse and gate that will take me home to SD. I’ve picked out just three of …
Tag: writing from a widow’s perspective
Life at 82: L is for Love
Spending three session-packed days at the Calvin Festival of Faith & Writing has left my body buzzing as though I've eaten an entire chocolate cake and washed it down with a pot of caffeinated coffee. From this sentence, how would you describe what this conference was like for me? Dull? Boring? Waste of time? Or …
Life at 82: I is for I
I is for I as in me. I may have begun to learn that I must curtail my traveling a bit at 82. Yesterday I endured an 11-hour day flying day with one nearly three-hour layover at O'Hare. The day included three gate changes, including a concourse change, at O'Hare, a $24 lunch of a …
Blogging from A to Z in April
Last year I stumbled on a delightful Australian blogger who was participating in the A to Z April blogging challenge. The challenge involves blogging every day during April, except Sunday, on a letter of the alphabet, starting with the letter A on April 1. Makes sense right? Thirty days hath September, April.... Skip Sundays and …
Locked Out
As the garage door boomed shut, I jumped out of the way. I’d programmed new pin numbers into the door opener and hadn’t expected the door to close. My heart went wham. My car was in the garage. The keys to the house were in the car. And there I stood, at dusk, in the …
Finding Humor Today
As virus numbers soar, I work at finding humor everyday. It's all around me; I just have to be aware of it. It's easy, as a friend says, to be a Debbie Downer. That's not my choice. For instance, just now I took an OLLI class on donating my body to science. I signed up …
Grief at Twenty-four Months: A Rummage Sale Made Me Do It
On this second anniversary of my husband's death, I've made an unplanned purge of his belongings. Our church's rummage sale, first canceled due to the virus, then reinstated a few months later, prompted me to do it. Just two years and two days ago, Marv directed our daughter to take his cords to our church's …
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Grief at Twenty-three Months: More Writing
As I was approaching this two-year mark of my husband's death, I noticed not all is well yet as I'd hoped. I wasn't expecting the impact of loss to disappear, but I was hoping for fewer experiences of active grieving. This past month, a few members of Marv's family have passed away. That brought grieving …
Immersed in Memories
In preparation for writing my next book, I completed a tedious and heart-tugging task today. My book will be about the "adventure" Marv and I undertook last year with his seven-month process of living with a terminal cancer diagnosis and my life afterward. The starting point for the book with be the blog posts I …
Write Along with Me 