Navigating through loss and living, grief and laughter by the merry widow.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. – Shakespeare The Tempest I picked up my daughter from the airport last night. She has been away for three weeks, the longest separation we have known, staying with relatives and then going to a camp with her cousins. She [...]
There is something about being alone that makes or breaks you. We are ultimately on our own, even when we are married. It just doesn’t seem like it. I remember looking into the mirror after being single again, and realizing I was seeing me, the person, as I was and not me the wife I [...]
Unless you are from Scotland, or have roamed around there as a traveler, you may not have heard of Scottish Widows Insurance. I’m not sure why Scotland was so diligent about protecting its widows after the Napoleonic War, but in 1815, the Scottish Widows Fund and Life Insurance Society was created in order to ensure [...]
That pillow on his side of the bed is a redundant objet d’art. It is lying in some passive state with a pretty sham and no head to go on it. I’m big on pillows and nice bedding even if I get it at some fabulous sale for mere dollars, which makes it even lovelier [...]
I’m not sure why there was such a rush for girls to be engaged by the time they were seniors in university. It was called the “senior panic” in the one I attended, and that was down in sunny South Carolina, with the moss laden trees, and melt-in-your-mouth biscuits.
Image via Wikipedia My 13 year old decided to test the waters with me, and is finding them rougher than she thought when she stepped into that rickety boat named defiance. I’m not sure what has brought this on, but it is unlike her. She is refusing to do an oratorical, even though she has [...]
