The Dreaded Decade

  I remember when the first month had passed. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t heard your laugh or felt one of your loving hugs in thirty days. Unfathomable. Today marks ten years. The dreaded decade mark I can’t believe is here, a decade since our last mother-daughter moment. It seems impossible that I have moved…

The Odd Coffee Cup

IN HONOR OF MOTHER’s DAY- FOR A MOTHER I MISS SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️ Content and beaming with pride, she was happy to be a stay at home mother. But one blustery spring evening, news came of her husband’s sudden passing. Possessing no life insurance, there was little to cushion the financial blow from losing the breadwinner…

For the love of dogs

At the advice of my bestie and writing mentor, I am posting a chapter of my memoir that recently won honorable mention in a contest. As with many things in life, we rarely take the time to pat our own back or find it in ourselves to be proud of something we’ve done. I know…

I’m Being Followed

My husband attended a particularly dreary doctor’s appointment with me in November, and afterwards he took me to the Asheville Arboretum for a mental reprieve. These pictures were taken from that fall afternoon. Looking at the last rays of sunlight filtering through the trees, I didn’t focus on how beautiful nature’s shadow was. I thought…

A Thanksgiving to forget

  We’ve all been there. My fellow club members know what I’m talking about. (For those of you wondering what club this is-don’t worry-it’s not one you voluntarily join. It’s for us poor sods who have lost a loved one or more.) Shout out to all my grief warriors–I’ve had one of those holidays–the type…

Grief is a Dog.

Originally posted on Alice in Authorland:
“Your real life, your whole life, is worth getting your heart broken a few thousand times.” ~ Martha Beck Take a vacation with Grief. Take the trip. I’m not talking about going somewhere, but getting to the bonfire of your broken heart. Take a vacation with Grief the way…

If my Parents were here…

Today, October 1st 2017, would be my parent’s 40th wedding anniversary- were they alive.   I wish so much that I could wish them a Happy Anniversary, throw them a party or hell…just have a conversation or  a laugh with them. I would love to be able to hug them.   Both their lives greatly…

No Matter the Stage, We are Never Irrelevant

Originally posted on Sumyanna Writes:
? ? In the autumn sunshine, wind whistles through the eaves of trees and leaves continue their lusty dance full of life and longing. You can hear them rattle against graying branches until at last, they are set free. They wander the hillside in masses twirling, twisting and writhing upon…

Christmas Conundrum

What an ending to 2016! This year had high points but proved very challenging for our family. And December has proved that this year is going out with a bang… or kick in the teeth…and shins! In four weeks, I lost my aunt and suffered from the flu, strep throat, a fast and furious stomach…

The Beat-Up Roasting Pan

I love to share this, my very first blog post, every Thanksgiving as it holds much meaning to me. It’s been published in a few papers and a magazine, so I feel these feelings resonate with others as well. Hope you enjoy-again!! What are your plans this Thanksgiving? Are you planning the big feast, trying…

The Challenge to be Present

  Recently, I was accused of not living in the present. Constantly planning for the future, wishing for more, focusing on what could be instead of what is. As much as I wanted to disprove their accusation, there was no argument to be made. I have always been a planner, a list maker, and a…

Summer’s Swan Song

As summer comes to a close and my favorite season rounds the corner, I can’t help but feel excited to trade the hot days, for cool nights, lemonades for pumpkin spice lattes and bright green leaves for rusty harvest colored ones. I hope you all had  fun filled summers, with brilliant memories made and maybe a chance…