Category Archives: Grief

A Stranger in My Home

The list of things I need and want to do keeps getting longer and I am functioning at ‘molasses in January’ speed. This isn’t working out. I have a bathroom project, taxes, writing, yard work, a book project for my … Continue reading

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Penny’s Art

We’ve had such a mild winter, unlike the millions back east, out west, and up north who have been pummeled with record snow and ice. It was warm enough to work in the yard this week. I cut down spent … Continue reading

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More Memories

Progress. We made some organizational decisions in my parent’s house and that helps the sorting process. On my next trip, I believe we’ll be able to reduce the storage units from three to two. Another load of clothing has gone … Continue reading

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The Process!

We drove to the mountains on a fifty degree day. There was not much snow where we went, but we were surprised by a sudden snow squall as we hiked. We saw it in the distance behind us and I … Continue reading

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Long Process

Oh my gosh, it happened. In January. I got my wish for moisture and I don’t have to shovel it! Rain instead of snow. This is hard to believe. All day it’s been coming down in a slow drizzly rain … Continue reading

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Home

At my recent book signing, a little girl came through the front door of the store and her eyes grew big and round. In a loud voice, she yelled out, “A book!” Her mother quickly tried to shush her, but … Continue reading

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More More More

Here I am, once again sorting. I have to admit, I cried a little when I first walked in my mother’s house. It was so quiet, certainly not empty, just quiet and sad.  But there is work to be done, … Continue reading

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