Posted in April 2015

Day 8: Death to Adverbs, Really!!!

Big Bertha ripped through the air slicing the ball 45 degrees to the right. The golf ball bounced off of a 100 year old evergreen whose mocking presence hit every self- conscious nerve in my body. Although the lush green rolling hills and carpeted fairways never ceased to calm my very soul, frustration crept up … Continue reading

Day 7: Until the Very End

As the dusk settled, I leaned over and lovingly patted his gnarled hand. His rheumatoid arthritis had clearly taken a toll on his ability to accomplish even the simplest, every day taken for granted tasks. How I wish I could caress away the pain, hurt, and betrayal of his own body. Hey baby, “how are … Continue reading

Day 5: Moving

Moving So much stuff to sort through as I wade through this treasure-trove of years gone by. Save, discard and maybe piles take on its own life form. In the corner of my eye I see what looks like a crumbled wad of paper shoved between two floor boards in the crawl space. Gingerly pulling … Continue reading

Day 4: Redemption

My mother passed away unexpectedly literally six weeks following a fall. My mother falling was something I’ve always dreaded as I witnessed the ever increasing shuffling of her feet and hesitant incomplete steps. “Mom, pick up your feet”, my sister and I would admonish her, and “You are going to fall!” She would try to … Continue reading

Day Three: Commit to a Writing Practice

Amazing Grace, how clear the sound that saves a wretch like me. It is not only the music that warms my heart but the words absolutely ring true and provide a safe place to fall. I want to immediately edit my sentences. I want to second guess my thoughts. Writing for 15 minutes without crossing … Continue reading

Day 2: A Room With A View

Creating my vision board is a labor of love. Loving myself is a relatively new phenomenon because as I grew up, like most of my generation, feeling that self-love was considered selfish and not an enviable trait. As I began navigating Pinterest in search of scenarios that would mirror my intentions I realized how “social … Continue reading

Unlock the Mind: Day One

April 5, 2015 was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the last remnants of snow were more like a distant memory than the reality of the past few months. April 5, was Easter but it was also the day my father died 41 years ago. For the past few months strange thoughts and feelings had begun … Continue reading