When Memories are Morbid

An interesting photo showed up in my memories today. This is a photograph of the '64 Falcon that my late husband owned. He also died in this vehicle. He was in the process of painting it and asked me to take some photos of it. This Fall, it will be eleven years since that day… Continue reading When Memories are Morbid

A Partially Empty Nest

My new senior in the house, my youngest, and last child, will be finished with her school journey by this time next year. It is such an odd feeling, and one I've never felt before. Unlike many people I know, who are either married or splitting custody where they have reliable time to themselves, as… Continue reading A Partially Empty Nest

Stupendous Life of Solitude and Simplicity

A simple life is not seeing how little we can get by with, that's poverty, but how efficiently we can put first things first. How varied the definition of simplicity is for so many, don't you think? For the minimalist living off-grid in the depths of nature, simplicity would look far different than it might… Continue reading Stupendous Life of Solitude and Simplicity

The Circuitous Nature of Self-Care VS Self-Sabotage

I have diabetes. I first "acquired" it through three bouts of gestational diabetes. After the birth of my first daughter, I was borderline Type II, but I didn't really take that great care of myself, for a myriad of reasons. So, when I became pregnant with my son, I pretty much had it again as… Continue reading The Circuitous Nature of Self-Care VS Self-Sabotage

Stuff I’ve Been Doing Instead of Writing

So, earlier this year, I decided to go back to college full time and I knocked it out of the park with making the Dean's List, an invitation to the Honor's College and Honor Society and a perfect 4.0. I'm damn proud if I do say so myself. Repeated the same grades again this Fall.… Continue reading Stuff I’ve Been Doing Instead of Writing

The Unique Occurrence of Finding Happiness and Love after Widowhood (and learning to be happy about it)

After you emerge from the grief of widowhood, there is no particular time frame. You don't wake up on day 167 and say, "I'm done grieving." Well, I can't speak for everyone, but in general and in my own personal experience and research, grieving is something that, for some, is never finished.  For others, it… Continue reading The Unique Occurrence of Finding Happiness and Love after Widowhood (and learning to be happy about it)

To All the Guys I Suffer…Endur…Put Myself Through the Misery of Dating

If there was one major thing that I think should be required when you date someone, it should be either the ability to find out from someone else who dated them what the bloody hell is wrong with them. That option not available? Then I think you should get an exit interview. I don't go… Continue reading To All the Guys I Suffer…Endur…Put Myself Through the Misery of Dating

Online Dating: A Never Ending Merry-Go-Round that Just Happens to be On Fire

While I am in the process of writing a book, THAT is fiction. However, the online dating that I "participate" in is far from fiction. As a widow, I certainly never thought that almost seven years ago that I would find myself on my own and eventually seeking out companionship. However, for some people like… Continue reading Online Dating: A Never Ending Merry-Go-Round that Just Happens to be On Fire

The Circuitous Chasm of Grief

Having experienced an extraordinary amount of grief in a short period of time with the loss of both my parents and husband one after the other, I'm often asked how I "got through it" or how I "survived" it. Being that grief is such an individual process and has a fluidity not often realized until… Continue reading The Circuitous Chasm of Grief