Tag Archives: longing
On Being a Widow
I am a widow now that my husband passed away. I don’t like the word widow. It conjures up images of old ladies in rolled black stockings shrouded in “widow’s weeds”—black clothes hanging off their backs. Women who no longer … Continue reading
Musings on a Writer’s Workshop
People surround me. Perched on uncomfortable folding chairs, we are jammed into a small space squeezed between the shelves in a book store. Voices make a hub-bub, and I look around to see the other fledgling writers. Some are … Continue reading
Moving Away
We left Buffalo, hoping to trade her harsh winters for the never –ending summer of Florida, almost 15 years ago. The day that we packed the last of the plants, books and CD player in our grey van and headed … Continue reading
Whales!!!
We arrived home from a cruise to Alaska late Monday morning—exhausted after a red-eye flight and hustling through two large and disorganized airports. We jumped at the chance to cruise through the Inside Passage in Alaska—mostly to spend … Continue reading
Where is There?
There is the place I think I want to go to—and then when I get there, I dream of being home. There is the place everyone I have loved all my life still is, while I am here. Yet, when … Continue reading
Friends
Hello ! This post is a little different than some of the earlier ones. I don’t usually write poems. Especially because I never like the end product. But this reads a little like prose and it does fit into the … Continue reading
Longing
Longing feels like loss, but is hopeful for restitution…for rebirth… for renewal. Loss leaves a void, one that seems to beg to be filled, but how? How do you bridge the void? New ideas, new friends, reinventing … Continue reading