Come, Little Leaves

Come, Little Leavesby George Cooper “Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,“Come o'er the meadows with me and play;Put on your dresses of red and gold,For summer is gone and the days grow cold.” Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,Down they came fluttering, one and all;Over the brown fields they danced... Continue Reading →

It’s Enough

I ran across this graphic earlier today and it’s funny how different my reaction was compared to what it would’ve been last year. Last year, I would have totally agreed with it, cried for lost opportunities, and just would have been miserable, thinking about all the things Bryan and I had planned to do. The... Continue Reading →

The Smell of Fall

Fall has a smell. I smell it every year and every year I struggle to describe it. Saturday mornings are cool with just a bit of a chill in the air. The air smells clean and smells like change. Sometimes if I’m quiet and still, I can almost put the right words to it. Fall... Continue Reading →

It’s Not Okay

When I was 15, I fell in love with a funny, goofy guy who played tuba in the high school band. It would've been a normal story about high school sweethearts except I had done something that was still considered a social taboo in the late 80s - he was a black guy. In the... Continue Reading →

Weekend at Bernie’s

Lazy Saturday mornings are the best. I can fix pancakes without having to wolf it down and dashing out the door for work. I can drink mimosas without guilt because drinking champagne during the work day is frowned upon in the U.S. I throw some strawberries in there so technically, a mimosa is a vehicle... Continue Reading →

Why I Wear a Mask

When Bryan was fitted with the transfer set as part of the peritoneal dialysis process, we would both wear a blue mask and wash our hands (I sang happy birthday twice - every time) before attempting to clean the transfer set and/or open it for the dialysis bag hookup and detachment. We did this EVERY.... Continue Reading →

The Gap Closes Quickly

I was flipping through my Facebook memories this morning and came across a photo I had posted of a bottle of wine. I didn't recognize the counter in the background for a minute. Then it hit me: it was the counter at my rental condo from a year ago, the first place I moved into... Continue Reading →

If the World Was Crazy

I was playing around on the Internet and stumbled across the most hilarious poem by Shel Silverstein. It totally fits what's going on in our crazy world: When the Coronavirus hit hard back in March, I started getting grocery delivery. It was a good idea except for the fact that I live in a place... Continue Reading →

Keeping Still

In our new normal, daily chaos has ensued. It's a bit more difficult to find our Zen. I found this on Meg Ryan's Facebook page. Written by a Chilean politician/diplomat, it really spoke to me on the practice of keeping still regularly. While the world rages around us, we still have the ability to find... Continue Reading →

Where the Scary Things Hide

Humor is my therapy. When things get a little pear-shaped, I try to find humor in the situation. I was able to do that most of the time last year when I was trying to deal with Bryan’s death. With humor, I built hope for 2020 – the year I would be traveling, the year... Continue Reading →

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