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…

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…

In Memory of my Aunt and in Honor of my Uncle

Due to having both strep throat and the flu simultaneously, I am late to posting this. My Aunt passed away peacefully last Thursday ,following a 14 year fight with Alzheimers.  I wanted to re-post a blog I wrote two years ago after staying with my Aunt and Uncle in memory of my Aunt and in…

Excerpt from my memoir: Nutella and NyQuil Addictions

**Thought I’d post an excerpt from my memoir this week. This chapter touches on the fact that there is no right or wrong way to grieve ( maybe healthier ways albeit), but it’s all just crazy messy grief. We try our best, in our own ways to wade across that arduous lake. However the trek…

Endings-An off the cuff catharsis

  I hate endings –any kind of endings, really. We lost our loyal dog companion of 16 years yesterday. We knew the end was near, but when it actually showed it up, it was ugly and not peaceful (as all endings should be, in my opinion). My mother’s death was ugly. Actually, there are few…

Another Excerpt from my Memoir: Life Raft

When the morning came it would be time to go back to my reality: daily reminders of her absence, insomnia from racing thoughts, paperwork and phone calls addressing her estate, final medical bills, funeral costs, and sadness to celebrate the holiday without “Mother Christmas”. I saved those menacing thoughts for a bit of light stressing…