“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another… Read the post“For Last Year’s Words…
I type and delete. Type and delete. The words used to just spill out, now… Read the postThere is no shame in grief…
I never meant to abandon my blog. The world got so loud between the pandemic… Read the postIt is a blustery day, come have coffee with me, a lot of coffee.
I am having my coffee in a disposable cup with a lid even because it… Read the postLet’s have coffee in pajamas, because I can’t get pants on yet.
I don’t sing at church. I have not uttered a note since Justin died. It… Read the postThe Divine Photo Shoot
I have not written a coffee post since mid-summer. The approaching sixth anniversary of Justin’s… Read the postNovember Coffee, So Much Coffee
My eye was drawn to her eye, I recognized the deep sorrow and her reluctance… Read the postPainting the Shame
“Have you taken a yoga class yet, you would love it.” queried my internist, four… Read the postChanneling Grief through Yoga
I met NJ and her wonderful blog, A Cookie Before Dinner at the blogging/writing conference… Read the postOctober Coffee
