Chronicles on how maneuver through life as a young widowed mother.
Forever growing.
Never who I was.
Who are you when you can’t relate to the woman you once were?
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Day 1,521
Do you ever wake up to the sense that you were waited on? Whether it is self or another, your eyes flutter open and for a second you feel completely present mixed with arriving for a holiday embraced in joy. One of my favorite artists is Taylor Swift.I relate to her self reflection and desire … Continue reading Day 1,521
Day 1,461
Dave’s death day has been stalking me.Like a song stuck on repeat.Or chosen repetition.I’m never sure if I create my own black holes or if I do truly just stumble and fall within. I laid my hand on the tile again.It’s cold with droplets of warmth from the running shower.This feels so much like my … Continue reading Day 1,461
Day 1,455
This weekend a family lost a pivotal piece. Opening the ever malicious social media I was greeted by a goodbye post. I read through it and my heart sank.Fuck…. what was his real name!He was well known by a nickname.As was Dave. I scrolled through Facebook seeing post after post.Being in October stings in ways … Continue reading Day 1,455
Day 1,442
When I woke up Sunday morning I felt that same old trepidation.Rolling over there was my son.Breathing softly.I watched the rise and fall of his chest as rays of sunlight swept across my bedroom.Highlighting dust floating the air and reflecting off of tchotchkes lining my window sill.The purple brontosaurs stuffed with an unkillable purple succulent.It … Continue reading Day 1,442
The Optimistic Widow 