Category Archives: Love and Loss
Words Matter
I didn’t even know the woman, but I bristled when she spoke. Of course, her words weren’t even intended for me and I’m sure she had no idea how capably they would seize my joy and take me back in … Continue reading
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Hands Upon My Heart
When I was nine or ten, I remember well my enthrallment with my mother’s hands. They were delicate and slender, sweetly scented and rose petal-soft—so completely unlike my own nicked and scraped, callused and chafed boy-like hands that were better … Continue reading
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If Only You Had Known
Today I can’t help but be reminded of that awful chapter in my life…and in the lives of so many who were affected my my brother’s passing. Depression is an unmerciful beast and those who battle mightily against said beast … Continue reading
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Bittersweet
Just completed a survey on grief, which, of course, triggered a deluge of grief all over again–inspiring me to re-post this… They say something good always comes from the bad. I heard that a lot in the weeks and months … Continue reading
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A Stitch in Time
My mother-in-law once gave me a sewing kit as a gift—one whose contents she gathered herself and chose with great care. It was the size of a shoebox and was stuffed to the very brim with everything one might imagine … Continue reading
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Ten Ways to Say “Thank You, Mom”
Thanksgiving Day is almost upon us. Time for family, feasting and a well deserved respite from the impossible demands and harried pace of life. Time for bribing my kids to wear dress clothes, for hiding the abomination of clutter that … Continue reading
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The Learning Curve
Of course, the days of kindergarten are no more. My wily charges are soon-to-be fourth graders, bigger fish in the proverbial pond. But I remember well their grand entry into the Land of Books and Pencils… Well, we made it … Continue reading
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Smother May I?
My oldest will turn 22 tomorrow. That said, I feel slightly older than dirt or rocks or something decidedly ancient. Ugh. Someone hand me a machete. Some scissors. Nail clippers. Anything! Puuuuleeeeez! I am in desperate need of said sharp-ish … Continue reading
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