More Than a Bargain

He wanted to know how many hours of ‘juice” I had on my laptop before needing to plug in, a friendly kind of question. Recovering from a recent stroke, my compatriot’s steps were tentative and safe, considering his new reality. Hie wife or partner stayed close and vigilant. We were in Starbucks, although it was…

Dreaming of Chocolate Pudding

It’s an interesting thing, becoming a widow and feeling everything about your physical self, shift. I remember walking through the grocery store, when Alan was sick, gathering up edibles in the form of pudding and things that were white or clear. For several months after he died, I wondered if anyone noticed I was now…

Beauty…

"WHAT THE LIVING DO" poem by Marie Howe Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It's winter…

Covid, Grief or is it Me?

These past few years have been draining for all of us, in ways that are still being calculated. When Life has had its way with you in other ways, it can be even more confusing, evaluating what came first, the chicken or the egg, so to speak. The feelings of isolation that continue because of…

Baby Bird

The little bundle of cells and life chirped (peeped) now and then and tentatively lifted its head and then a wing, collapsing into the corner of a salvaged food take out box.  It was a safe place to rest and recuperate and hopefully grow in the care of its savior, magical Maria.  Maria is a…

Try Love

To be in love with myself is something I’ve given lip service to, but never quite realized. I’m finally getting it, feeling it and oh my goodness, what a relief. How real and down to sea level can you get, is what I’m thinking. It started with deciding to cut my own hair again. My…

Touched

She said I “touched” her by noticing we hadn’t spoken for a while and if everything was ok, I wondered…if she was ok.  As it turned out, Life had come rolling over leaving grief and thanksgiving for the one who had survived and the one who died after a Pancreatic Cancer illness. So much to…

Worthy

Stepping into subliminal space I no longer fathom futures  made up of heaven and days  too vast to number too slim to calculate I think of you and wonder about liminal space  and are angels meant to date? No questions were ever answered satisfactorily enough even though I asked often enough and now I can’t…

Returning

Returning, One of my most recent revelations is how some things have remained the same. Oh, I don’t mean the same after Alan’s death because everything has pretty much changed, in that regard. But the realization that in some ways I’m still the girl, who was on my own back in the early 70’s. The…