Tag Archives: marriage
This selection was written several years ago. I plan to revive this blog–so, this story seemed like a good reintroduction to old and new readers of this blog. Young Again The car races along the patent leather- like streets … Continue reading
Dog Tales–Welcoming a Dog Into Our Home
When I think about how happy I am to have my delightful dog Sparkle in my life, I am amazed. For a long time I resisted having a dog. First of all, I am allergic to dogs, and I feared … 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
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
I Was Thinking
“I was thinking about my mother the other day,” Lori said. Rick looked up, rattled his newspaper and stared at her. “Yes,” he intoned. “Well, you know that it’s getting harder and harder for her to get up … Continue reading
Not Just Another Day
Today was a difficult day for me because it was the year and a half anniversary of my husband’s death. I think of him every day and miss him all the time. I miss holding his hand when we would … Continue reading
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
I Was Thinking
“I was thinking about my mother the other day,” Lori said. Rick looked up, rattled his newspaper and stared at her. “Yes,” he intoned. “Well, you know that it’s getting harder and harder for her to get up and down … Continue reading