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Flawlessly Ordinary: Pendants and Patience
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Real' is in Here Someplace. Monday, March 9, 2015. This is a story about a pendant. Two of them, actually. Everybody must have a "What was once lost is found" story. This is mine. The story of this pendant really began on 9/11/2001. I live not 50 miles from World Trade Center. What I remember that day was the eerie silence of the sky. The shock, the realization that the future is promised to no one. My husband and I looked at each other and said,. If not now, when? The Japanese are the biggest collectors?
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Flawlessly Ordinary: My self esteem is based on what?
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Real' is in Here Someplace. Monday, January 28, 2013. My self esteem is based on what? Where are you on your 'widow' journey? Still calling yourself a widow? We all got our pink slips, the 'former Mrs' memo. We were on the high end of the marriage seesaw then. BAM! We had to put ice on our sorry behinds and hobble away. Now, we're 'survivors', but this begs the question, "Are my scars worse than yours? Lots of rosy mirrors in this pit. We're 'heroines'. But real heroes don't call themselves heroes. View ...
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Flawlessly Ordinary: Time Now!
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Real' is in Here Someplace. Sunday, March 8, 2015. When you've taken a siesta from posting, is it difficult for you to get back into it? Is it for me, but I missed you so much! Back now, caught up enough to put my feet up and chat. And check out your blogs! My brother had his hernia surgery. I got to look after him for five days, a real treat for me because I adore the lad. Dear grumpy old Dad? Sunday, March 08, 2015. March 8, 2015 at 4:24 PM. He probably thinks hes going to a resort. LOL. I havent taken...
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Flawlessly Ordinary: June 2015
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Real' is in Here Someplace. Monday, June 8, 2015. It's Been So Long Since I Posted. Two months ago - has it been two months? I traveled to Kauai. As you all know, I was 'celebrating' ten years of my husband's passing. Yeah, the grief was spent, but my heart was pretty much closed for all but a few people - my family and friends. So in Kauai, my quest was to open my heart fully, to let go of all. In the absence of descriptive words, I'd like to quote Jill Taylor, PhD. The author of My Stroke of Insight.
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Flawlessly Ordinary: Are You Making Grief Your Vocation?
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Real' is in Here Someplace. Friday, January 10, 2014. Are You Making Grief Your Vocation? Last night I was reading an article written by a widow less than one year out. The comment section afterward held this question "Are you making grief your vocation? I rolled my eyes. Granted, wailing in public can make people mighty uncomfortable, but. If you need to write publicly, please do. You're not taking anyone hostage with your woes. We readers are free to read or click next! Friday, January 10, 2014. I enjo...
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Flawlessly Ordinary: I Want to Live As If The World Already Loves Me
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Real' is in Here Someplace. Monday, April 20, 2015. I Want to Live As If The World Already Loves Me. Strolling out Hanalei Pier. I'm almost there. I certainly feel loved and cherished inside. I understand. I am! I exclaimed when she told me. "That's how I feel! Outside my body, not in it. I describe it as being stuck outside a window, and inside people are tuning in to each other and loving each other. "How do I get inside? I've known I dissociate, but how to NOT dissociate? And what of love? I rewrote t...
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Along The Way: August 2013
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A view of yesterday, today and tomorrow - the past, the present and the future. Thursday, August 22, 2013. MARIAN MCPARTLAND JAZZ PIANIST DIES AT 95. The jazz music world's Marian McPartland died Tueday, August 20, 2013 at age 95. This talented musical artist's unique life and achievements can be read about by clicking on this link to the New York Times article. She was featured on this blog five years ago and here's a link to that blog post Marian McPartland - Happy 90th Birthday. My plans for travel ea...
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Along The Way: July 2013
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A view of yesterday, today and tomorrow - the past, the present and the future. Monday, July 01, 2013. Comments here began to be moderated early this year which had not previously been done on this blog as visitors may have noticed. Further comment screening efforts will regrettably necessarily be initiated. The reality they fail to recognize is that if their often nonsensical language was allowed to publish this would only serve to stigmatize their site as one that readers would not. We’re signifi...
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Flawlessly Ordinary: Growing into my own skin
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Real' is in Here Someplace. Wednesday, July 18, 2012. Growing into my own skin. I've been away this past month, traveling in Ireland and France. Sounds wonderful, was wonderful, but I was way out of my comfort zone. I'd have it no other way. I travel to learn, not only about the culture and terrain of another country, but about myself. Did you wonder if you'd fit in? I felt like that with these couples. I was me as simply me. Would they like 'simply me'? Who is 'simply me'? Wednesday, July 18, 2012.
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Flawlessly Ordinary: Dancing on My Husband's Grave: Part One - Simplicity
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Real' is in Here Someplace. Monday, February 3, 2014. Dancing on My Husband's Grave: Part One - Simplicity. OK Please refrain from calling the police because this widow is showing inordinate glee. What I have is a full blown case of resolved grief. WooHoo! I mean, this. The whole point of writing this blog. Resolved grief. Happy feet! How'd this little episode of glee erupt? This past weekend I went through scads of photographs. 1953 on. These little beauties ended up sorting themselves into piles. I did...