A story of love.
Don’t let anyone tell you an old guy doesn’t know a thing about the importance of love.
Losing my husband has found Pandora’s Box empty. In the quiet moments of self-reflection, I find my mind making a disappointing list about missed opportunities that now cannot be put to right, made better, recovered, fixed, healed. Continue reading
Today I took my car in for service, so I grabbed my crocheting because I decided to give myself the day off and it turned out to be an ideal gift from the heart! Continue reading
My mother always told me, “when life hands you lemons…make lemondade!” It was true then and it’s true now. HOWEVER, she never told me HOW to make the lemonade! Continue reading
I am an artist–this means my coping skills may be a lot different than yours. Humor in the face of disaster isn’t always approved by others, but, as my favorite book character is famous for saying, “fiddle dee dee-I’ll think about that tomorrow!” (Scarlett O’Hara)
Things have been a little ‘over the top’ here, so I need to add to the list. I’m giving serious thought to renaming this blog ‘Toilet Therapy’. Continue reading
My friend Claudia and I have attended plays together for thirty-seven years. From the very first we knew the trip to Ashland was going to be an annual for us because she lives in California and I in Oregon and the quaint little village is about mid-way between Portland and San Francisco. When combined with the additional fact that the Oregon Shakespeare Company produces high calibre theatre, the trek makes a ‘perfect’ retreat for us to spend time together sipping cups of tea; reading; walking; listening to one another and offering sage support when we share what may be our newest or long- lived struggles. Continue reading