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I have often found myself wondering where the line is between resignation and acceptance. Ultimately the end result is the same between the two, but how it is reached is markedly different. One is the high road with clear visibility and the other goes through the dark undergrowth of festering weeds. The definition of resignation:…
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I was one month shy of turning 33 when my mom died. Not too young to lose her, but she was the most significant loss I had experienced. As a child of elementary school age, I lost an uncle in the Vietnam War, but because he was in the military, I didn’t see him often.…
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I have never been what one might call a go getter. I have been pretty satisfied with seeing a situation for what it was and doing the best I could with it. With a few exceptions, I didn’t seek to stand out in any way. Being one of the crowds was very much my comfort…
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The injuries from an accident over a year ago have persisted. On the few occasions where I have shared the physical damage, the information had been met with dismay that I have come this far. Since February 12 2024, I have been living in denial of what has happened to my core. I resumed as…
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It was the 32nd anniversary of my mother’s death recently. I have lived as long without her as I had with her. Of course her death shifted the trajectory of my life. Losing a parent, regardless of the state of the relationship does something to the internal life of a survivor. But the course of…
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There are so many milestones that marked my journey to become the someone I liked. Sounds like a sob story, to go through so many years of life not like ones self, and it may have been, until one day it wasn’t. We all have trials and tribulations that will get us to where we…
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I had a soulmate. She passed away nearly a year ago. But because our connection was through our souls, I still have her. And, in many ways like I was never allowed to have her before. I was truly despondent over her death. My heart was set adrift in a way I had never experienced.…