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Telling the Whole Story
[The back porch is what I loved about the house on first visit. In the few weeks we were living …
Reservoir
Farther down the flowing stream lies a body of water, mostly stagnant, with depth unknown — the culmination of countless …
Now you’re cooking!
When our son and daughter opened the Christmas package that held their new electronic keyboard back in December 1989, there …
Fourteen daffodils
I woke from a weird dream a day or two after our Farther Along group’s recent writing retreat. We had …
Closed for Business
This Tuesday brought opportunities for catching up with college classmates as we shared personal news for the upcoming spring alumnae …
Random thoughts on a road trip…
I like to drive. It’s a good thing, too, because where my husband and I choose to live and where …
Ship Shape
During our writing retreat last November, Carol Henderson read the poem “Rummage Sale” by Jennifer Maier. Carol had us pick …
Behind Closed Doors
Prompt: Behind Closed Doors Immediately I think of privacy – in my own room. Also, the oft spoken phrase of …
An Invocation – 2
Loving Father, Nurturing Mother, I could pray for world peace – that all the wars across the globe among nations …
5, 15 and now 23
I have a secret. It involves numbers. It mostly involves the number 5. In a couple of days I’ll be …
It happened again
The news came by way of text from my daughter-in-law as I was mentally laying out plans for my Saturday. …
What does grief look like?
Grief looks like a windswept dune, sand grains pausing then stinging as they are blown first in one direction then …
Talk to Grief-What Does Grief Look Like
Grief, upon silent steps you wind your way upon my senses and my weakened nature. You are an unexpected guest …
Penelope’s web: The warp and woof of grief
This piece was written at a writing toward healing symposium in Warrenton, Virginia in November 2012. Carol Henderson was leading …
String theory
Yesterday I wrote that I would try to continue to untangle my thoughts and share a red thread story. I’ve …
Hope and rocking chairs and threads
I have so many thoughts tangled in my head and heart today, but to untangle them a little, I am …
Invisible Speed Bumps
We are moving sometime in the next year. Moving away from the house we’ve called home for 20 years. The …
Farther along, we tell our stories (and leave our cards)
For a long time, some of us in the writing group of bereaved mothers did not find it easy to …
The What Ifs
I’ve got the what ifs tonight, the night after Hank turned 16. And Jack didn’t. I don’t often let myself …
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