thoughts and musings on grief
My intention was to post a Mother’s Day tribute this morning and then have a day of self care. This is the 18th Mother’s Day without her. My grief is now adult sized. It’s matriculated through the stages (a few times). We take a vote, my grief and I, and Read more…
Wednesday’s hump was sizable. I revised the About page on the blog. It is normally not a noteworthy endeavor but as happens when you avoid doing something, everything is that much weightier when you finally get around to it. I haven’t been inspired to make any notes from The Middle Read more…
I couldn’t decide on a color. I could say it’s a blue day. I woke up in the pitch black to drive my godmother to the airport. Her sister, my ‘aunt’ just died. On the way back the sun was coming up but the sky was mostly Read more…
It’s foggy up in command central these days. Great ideas are blinking off in the distance but I haven’t been able to guide anything for a clear landing. Other creative ideas have lined up on the runway, but are grounded and unable to take off. The sky will clear, that Read more…
I ease up on the gas, maintaining a limit of 65. I do not ease up on my death grip on the steering wheel. I’m leaning forward, every muscle tensed and tuned into every sound coming from the car. I need to intuit what the eff is going on, and Read more…
August 25. leg 1 I’m supposed to be hitting the road by noon. I’m supposed to have already sent boxes by media mail, the cheapest way to ship weighty items when time is not of the essence. I am a great planner, but not always an awesome executor of plans. Read more…
After much talk and preparation – which consisted mostly of obsessing and fretting, I have begun the unenviable task of clearing out my storage space. It’s been a daily ordeal. I show up at the storage facility, punch in the convoluted nine digit code – after ten straight visits I Read more…
Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky 8 min @ Sorauren Parkette for Sonia H. Someone told me that the little orbs of light in photos means a spirit was present when the photo was taken. I took a photo of a cemetery at night just to see how many orbs came out. Read more…