Can We? Will We?
Love and Leaves
Love leaves – yet never leaves… I think of leaves, of the leaves of fall – the golden, ruby leaves of fall – That float away – Only to be loved by another. Another life. Another form. And then the stark, gloomy winter colors my sky… all my days… until… until the greens arrive and…
Why Does Bruce Make Me Cry?
I read the devastating headlines of the day and I feel angry and numb. Then I listen to Bruce sing “The Land of Hope and Dreams” and I cry. I cry for the dreams that were lost the day Niels died. I cry for the daughter-in-law I’d never have to cook with and laugh with,…
Words May Fail, but Love Never Does
Death is personal. No two experiences are the same. Duh. It has occurred to me that in a very short period of time we have had two very different experiences with dying – the long journey and the shocking event. One is not better than the other. They both end with the same result and…
Hope and Worry
We’ve established that life is full of twists and turns. – throughout our lives we experience so many unpredictable events – joys and sorrows, curiosities and questions, fun times, dreamy times, scary times. And then…there are those events that you maybe were expecting, but the unpredictability is in the timing. Not the “if” it’s going…
Do I Miss My Mom?
Let me start by saying that I know…that as I’m posting this now (it’s something I wrote awhile ago).…it’s not really about my mom and me. It’s about life. The unexpectedness of life…The roll of life. The questions of life. So… Do I miss my mom? Somehow I got to a place with my mom…
One Year
One year without Sunday dinners. One year without my wise counselor. One year without his belly laugh. One year without…Niels. I’ve been feeling the need to write, but I didn’t know what to write. I didn’t have my “why”. I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to say. Or how to say it. I mean…what…
Words fail me…
Happy birthday, Niels. Life’s just not the same without you here with me. And I celebrate your life…every day…keeping you as close as I can.
Little House Not in the Big Woods
My maternal grandmother was born in Minnesota near where Laura Ingalls Wilder began her story in Little House in the Big Woods. Mimi, as we called her, grew up in Des Moines, Iowa – I’m not sure when she moved there, but I’ve found records of her Minnesota family continuing to make crop payments to…
Closure
There are some things that need to close. Doors on a cold day. Windows on a rainy day. A relationship turned volatile. A box of cereal. A refrigerator door. A can of paint. A toothpaste tube. A bottle of wine. A car door. And there are things that might be closed. A career. A conversation.…
What’s a Mother?
I’ve been emotional the last few days and I hadn’t identified why. That happens a lot these days. Then Blair asked me what I wanted to do for Mother’s Day and friends started asking me how I’m feeling about Mother’s Day. Ahhhh…there it is…there’s the answer to my emotional state. My answer when asked about…
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