Examining my life–observing it–and writing about it have been a staple for me since starting this blog in 2010. I think it’s what writers do. We tell stories–whether fiction or...Read More
Change can be difficult for most everyone. I don’t love it. Ken was adept at handling change, and instrumental in my process of dealing with it. I’ve learned to manage it on my own–o...Read More
I had the coolest dream last night. I was part of an elite espionage team on some kind of dangerous mission to stop some bad guy from doing something…well…bad. Unfortunately, our team of a...Read More
Ken loved candles. Once he found the battery operated flickering candles at Costco, our apartment was soon filled with them. They had timers in them, so they “lit” each evening at roughly ...Read More
I’ve had a box of Ken’s personal papers under my desk for months–since moving them there over the summer to remind myself to deal with them. Nothing drastic. But to go through it to ...Read More
Fact: It’s impossible to be in a bad mood while decorating a sparkly, pink Christmas tree. [There is a magical quality about this tree that attracts Chow Chows beneath its shimmering boughs. Qua...Read More
[Her majesty is in the hizzy!] When I took Kallie for a walk last evening, the streets of the neighborhood seemed electrified–abuzz with pre-Thanksgiving activity before the city lies down to be...Read More
Working on one’s will is a kind of drudgery that I know is important, but nonetheless depressing. I’ve been putting it off for a while–since Ken died when everything changed, literal...Read More
It’s been a busy week. Ken has been on my mind a lot. Last weekend my brother-in-law Craig (Ken’s brother) and nephew were in town for a hockey tournament. My nephew Nate is one of the swe...Read More
[Ken named our 2002 Prius “Gypsy” because of the female GPS voice that guided us from location to location.] Yesterday did’t turn out at all as I expected it to. Funny how some days ...Read More