Tag Archives: intimacy
I Think I’ll Write a Book
“I think I’ll write a book someday,” said the young woman. “It will be poetry, verses about love and longing and the angst of being twenty.” That Christmas she received a suede-covered volume from her beau inscribed ‘Kate’s Scribbles.’ … Continue reading
It’s Always Something
It’s always something: Something to celebrate, something to mourn, something to regret, something to attend to. I miss my husband. Because it is always something: a phone call or three; a doctor’s appointment; walking the dog; visiting friends, laundry; … Continue reading
Hawai’i
I finally got to Hawai’i. Three tries, three cancellations, and finally—I made it! Hawai’i was all I hoped and dreamed it would be. The weather was nearly perfect: warm and sunny with a lovely breeze that kept the bugs and … Continue reading
April Tenth
There are certain dates that are more meaningful than others. One of those dates is April 10,1983. That was the date my Mom passed away after almost two years of coping with lung cancer. I remember that day with crystal … Continue reading
Is Nothing Sacred?
In the last two years, my life has been turned upside down by the death of my husband and then my brother. These deaths affected everyone in my family—including my brothers and sisters. Shortly after my brother passed … Continue reading
Happy Valentines Day
Valentine’s Day—a day devoted to purchasing flowers, candy and jewelry and maybe something a little naughty for your significant other. Many folks feel it’s overrated as a holiday. It’s too commercialized, and benefits only the florists and candy makers, … Continue reading
Memories
Fleeting snippets of events, memories, have flashed through my mind of late. Most of these memories make me smile, or remind me of the love I have for the people who are important in … Continue reading
I Turned Around
I turned around and my daughter was leaving home for college. She was eighteen, a pretty, raven haired girl. We packed her stuff (there was a lot of it) into her red car and our car, too, and … Continue reading
Then Our Eyes Met…
My husband had beautiful green-brown hazel eyes. They were, other than his thick, wavy, auburn tinged brown hair, his best feature. When he annoyed me (too many times to count), he’d look at me, eyes all innocent. “Don’t give me … Continue reading