Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Last night I dreamed I was dying. As the world fell away around me, I was free-falling. I thought to myself, so this is what it feels like to die. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for… Continue Reading “The World Beneath My Tree”
Six months after my husband’s death, I move to a small town in Pennsylvania, located on the main line. Narberth is charming and quaint in an old world sense. It immediately reminds me of a town that played a major part in my childhood. Mayberry… Continue Reading “The Waystation for Lost Souls”
Since I began writing this blog, I have been on a journey through my colorful past. I search for photos to post that pertain to my particular story. I run across others that are meaningful and bring back memories of those I have lost… Continue Reading “Un Pequeño Milagro (A Small Miracle)”
My mother sits beside me as I write. She is comfortably ensconced in a beautiful wooden box; ashes are all that remain of her mortal body. Yet, I cannot bring myself to dispose of these shards of bone and heaps of grey dust. They were once… Continue Reading “My Mother’s Ashes”
I am meditating in the garden. I hear a fluttering near me and open my eyes. There, beside me, is a large black crow staring, cocking his head, peering at me curiously. He speaks. “What are you doing?” “I am meditating, what are you doing?”… Continue Reading “The Crow and I”
Grief is a Tricky Thing When you least expect it There it is rearing its ugly head Reminding you of the dead. Draining you of your life Laughing at your strife. But when it is gone A seed is planted watered with your tears… Continue Reading “Grief”
My Aunt Wanda was watching us that day. I am not sure why. Momma was either out looking for a job or working at the restaurant where she was a waitress from time to time. I loved my Aunt Wanda. I was actually named after her; she was… Continue Reading “Wanda Lee, Linda Lee & The Willow Switch”
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