Widowhood and a checkered shirt

Widowhood and a checkered shirt

It’s been 10 months since my husband died and I feel I’m adjusting well, albeit there are those sudden bursts of memory; a favorite restaurant, a fisherman headed for the docks, places we’ve been. Friends and family have been supportive and I have a roommate now,...
Motherhood

Motherhood

Three noisy, squirming bundles That bellowed out their woes, And motherhood was thrust on me With tiny hands and toes. Sleep soon became uncommon As they made their presence known, But how I treasured early hours And special times alone. When cooing became language...
The Clutter Bug

The Clutter Bug

When Frank and I married in 1990, I had to condense a two story, 3 bedroom, 2 bath home with a family room, a carport and a storage room under the carport to a 3 bedroom 1 bath house already furnished with Frank’s things. I had six weeks until the wedding and it was...
Memories

Memories

It has been over 7 months since Frank passed away, and life seems to be moving along at a slower pace. My love of writing was put on hold for a while. It was easier to sit out on the deck in the sun or shade and just listen to the birds in the trees and do nothing.  I...
Taking the Train

Taking the Train

In past years I used to drive up to my oldest son’s in Simi Valley, the other side of Los Angeles. It usually took about 3 hours with the traffic and was a very taxing trip. Then my son suggested I take the train. The Coaster goes up the coast for quite a ways before...
My Old Dog Friend

My Old Dog Friend

Our beautiful shepherd mix, Chessie, is almost fifteen. She limps from arthritis when she walks, and is almost totally deaf. She has to be taken out more often and cannot go on the long walks we used to enjoy. When there is a sharp noise of any kind, she gets up from...