Holding My Own

Holding My Own

Oh my God, what am I going to do?  I shot up in bed in a cold sweat; not comforting at 3:30 a.m. when you have early appointments the next day. Reassured by my IPhone that it was not yet the accepted time for rising, I forced myself to lie back on my pillow faking… Continue Reading

Giving Up

Giving Up

My friend’s smug self-satisfaction gave her the look of Lewis Carroll’s Cheshire cat. “I’m giving up peanut butter for lent,” she said. I shot back, “how stupid,” before I could stop myself. “Why?” “Because it’s lent!” My blank expression gave me away. “You’re not religious enough to understand,” she said. I assumed she must be… Continue Reading

Magic Mirror

Magic Mirror

“Magic Mirror on the wall…” No need to go further. We all know what comes next. That iconic query leveled at a looking glass by the jealous queen in Snow White started all the troubles to come. The queen didn’t get the answer she expected; the one she’d convinced herself she’d hear. Instead it told… Continue Reading

Tears of Joy, (when beauty strikes…)

Tears of Joy, (when beauty strikes…)

I’ve noticed recently how often I’m moved to tears. It’s a new development since I’ve entered the recovery phase after my husband’s death, and one I’ve been forced to acknowledge by its repetitive reality. Of course, my inner voice says, your nerves are a mess; overworked and undernourished. But that inner monologue also has another… Continue Reading