With the girls finally back in school last week (a whole other topic in itself...let me tell ya) and Clem and I moved into our new office, I managed to grab a few moments to sit on my patio swing...finally. It's beautiful outside and really, we’ve had a fairly decent summer, so I can't complain … Continue reading The ‘Punkin’
2 birthdays have now passed since Lea's death. Although it’s only coming on 1 and a ½ years since she left us, it still feels like a bad dream. I pinch myself because I still can’t believe it, and living within this moment of time, makes me feel like I need to pinch myself even … Continue reading The Gift Of Understanding A Past Lesson
I’m searching for her again. It’s so unlike me to do this, but I look for her. I’m frustrated because I don’t feel her presence. I haven’t obviously because she’s been gone for over a year now, but still, I search. Human beings are funny, odd creatures aren’t we? Perhaps it’s all living creatures. My … Continue reading The Empty Seat On My Patio Swing
An update to The Pickle Jar Hasn’t Settled Yet. One year later and life’s still a bitch. One year ago, my younger sister lost her life to a ‘rare’ (I hate the word rare and I don’t like using the word hate, but this is definitely when I need to use one of my ‘strong … Continue reading One Year Later and the Pickle Jar Still Hasn’t Settled Yet
Dear Lea, It's Mother's Day. Crazy, right? It's the first since you left this crazy spinning planet. Believe me, it's been beyond crazy, kind of sad you missed it. It's funny because all I can think about is you today. You, yes, you. I'm also thinking about your boys and I wonder what they're thinking … Continue reading A Letter To My Sister on Mother’s Day
The Hopeful Pessimist 