I never know what I’ll find in the woods on another rainy day. Today, I reached an obstacle on the trail just past my favorite tree. A fallen tree. Aww, poor tree. I’ve seen fallen trees on the trail before,…
View writingI moved into the city after 20 years of living in the suburbs. That meant selling my car, splitting up the household and traveling light. No need for a yard, driveway, lawn service, pool dues, and PTA meetings. I was…
View writingIt's a surprisingly fragile thing: dignity. Just when I thought I had it all - the career I'd dreamed of as a child, a doting boyfriend, a condo out of an architectural magazine - it collapsed like a house of…
View writingI thought I saw you in your Dodge Ram Truck driving by my house. You waved and kept on going. It was not you, you died a few weeks ago. I thought I saw you riding your e-bike past my…
View writingIt suddenly occurred to me this morning : I've lived most of my life in the tangle of a relationship with a man I have now lost to lung cancer two and a half years ago....Paul. Though I have neatly…
View writingI never wanted kids. As a young woman, when I was starting out as a filmmaker, there were plenty of obstacles to my directing films and I knew that having kids would become the biggest obstacle of all. Plus, family…
View writinglost my house lost my memory lost my car lost my photos lost my yearbooks lost my treehouse lost what nature had given me lost my identity lost what I gained lost my structure lost my footing lost my sense…
View writingI’m never at a loss for words. Since i got into the habit of writing in journals, filling many invitingly blank white pages, when i was as young as 15 years old, and since i hooked into a great creative…
View writingIt was a guessing game. Annette would not tell Peter what it was. She claimed if he had “instincts” about her—as he claimed to have—he’d realize what was important for her to possess, distressing for her to have lost. He’d…
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