Mother’s Day was a day of sweet moments memories cutting, ironing, and sewing for the now larger-than-life mask making machine, and being alone physically (most of the day) due to f*cking Rona (yes, I swore). I talked with a dear childhood friend early in the morning and later in the day. My son called first…
Good morning! It’s been a long time since I’ve started the day Happy So long that I hesitate to type it out loud But today I woke up and thought, what’s this new thing? Happy? Seriously? So here we go: Grateful for time spent with an old friend who actually smiled for a picture Great…
You might have noticed that I count days… Perhaps you’ve wondered why So I’m just going to put it out here: I count days because every day that passes means that I am still alive that I was strong enough to stay that way and survive another day. … there have been moments … (especially…
I posted this on 21 November 2019. The message bears repeating. Firsts are hard. Let’s face it, every holiday will be difficult from now on. So I am going to be real for a bit. Things look different to me now. Shopping and large crowds- out. Material things that will be forgotten- a waste. The…
Today the day after yesterday I woke up. Thankful for friends who took me to dinner and made me laugh until I snorted… For texts messages Facebook wishes (yes, I checked) calls from kids hearing my grand littles’ sweet voices on the phone gracious comments on blog posts community only one meltdown on another first…
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us…
On this day of pausing to give thanks for blessings, I remember lovingly past gatherings at my grandmothers’ tables, in my parents’ home, and with family and friends. __________ 🍁 __________ We always took time to give thanks for our blessings- for each other and for love shared. Those who were missing but not forgotten…
