The passage of time waits for no one. I knew it was coming. This anniversary of sorts. I knew it was coming and have given myself permission to cry and remember and cry some more. She died on the cusp of November 11th and 12th. I am sure she took her last breath on November … Continue reading Time
I woke this Saturday morning to a chilly, grey sky peppered with flecks of snow that were lazily making their way to earth with no particular destination in mind. I lay there for quite some time, warmly nestled in a cave of blankets, thinking of this and that; getting lost in memories and pulling the … Continue reading Butterfleas
The following letter is to my first two children. I was blessed with two more children in the years following, when we blended families. An older son (7 years older than my first child) and a younger son (11 years younger than my first child). I have reaped blessings and am grateful beyond measure. My … Continue reading A letter.
We have a situation...Well really, it is I that has the situation or has made a situation or...Well you see...I am in a pickle and am trying to figure out just what it is I should do about it before he finds out! It’s about Johnathon. He has been in my heart since the … Continue reading Johnathon Mouse and an unfortunate turn of events…
. I promise it’s not as sad as it may sound. It will be two years soon. Seven hundred and thirty days. Sometimes it feels like thousands, but then I think we all know that the passage of time can move fast or slow depending on an individuals’ perception. To be honest, I have been … Continue reading Grief, Laughter and Ashes
She gave the most wonderful gifts. One year I received a package of note paper made out of elephant poop. Another Christmas or birthday, I received a book of Italian poetry; other gifts included a beautiful mother of pearl clam shell, small enough to fit into the palm of my hand, and when I opened … Continue reading Flying Wishes
I wrote this last year and posted it on Facebook. I thought I would share it here...because it made me smile re-reading it. Early one morning, I was scrolling through Instagram and saw a Father’s Day ad for Tilley hats. There were two young men strolling on a dock with yachts in the background. One … Continue reading His Tilley
My Name is Margaret 