A few weeks after my mother died in 2011, I went to my massage therapist for a much needed massage. While she would work, instrumental music would always play softly in the background. That day the music made me unutterably sad. I’m not sure if it was because my mother was a pianist or ifContinue reading “Ghosts in the Music”
Author Archives: Trish
Me: A Horrible Person
“The more you know of any aspect, the better you can handle it. This goes for yourself too. When you know everything that is to know, it is called Realization.” — Sadhguru What I know about myself is that I am a horrible person. I discover this on November 19, 2018, the day I goContinue reading “Me: A Horrible Person”
One Year Ago Today
One year ago today I took my ex-husband out of a skilled nursing facility and back to his house. I’d spent the the previous week scouring the kitchen and bathrooms, sweeping floors, vacuuming rugs and trying my damndest to make the place habitable. I bought an adjustable bed for downstairs and had his TV setContinue reading “One Year Ago Today”
Two Necks, One Rope
Once, quite early in our relationship, we came across a story about a couple who committed suicide in an unusual manner. They took the back window out of a pick up truck, looped a rope around a tree and then fastened either end to each of their necks. One of them sat in the driver’sContinue reading “Two Necks, One Rope”
Premonition
Hurricane Florence made landfall on Sept. 14, 2018. It was a big, scary storm and about 40 people in North Carolina died as a result. I don’t know how they died. Did they drown? Were they crushed by falling trees? In Charlotte, we were far enough inland that the dangers didn’t register with us. InContinue reading “Premonition”
Mid-April Journal Entry
It’s a Wednesday morning in the middle of April. I am still living a life that has nothing to do with my dreams or aspirations and everything to do with a past I thought I’d left behind a decade ago. The sunlight coats the bark of the trees. The leaves form a wall of green.Continue reading “Mid-April Journal Entry”
The Phone Call
I suppose every memoir contains a chapter that could be called “The Phone Call.” It is that ringtone that signals the end of the world as you have known it and the beginning of a new reality. There is always a before and after the phone call. And it always starts out as an ordinaryContinue reading “The Phone Call”
Taking Care of My Ex
January, 2019 “You are a saint,” more than one woman has said to me. “I would never take care of my ex.” I am not a saint. A saint takes care of strangers, not ex-husbands. A saint doesn’t dredge up injuries from a quarter century ago and deploy them as weapons in a heated momentContinue reading “Taking Care of My Ex”
Podcast 1
This is a place holder for when I get around to making that first podcast.
Writers Write
The last year has been a rough one. My ex-husband had a stroke and I wound up moving back in with him and taking care of him until he died ten months later. During that time I scribbled in journal after journal but didn’t blog, didn’t publish, and didn’t share much. Then I confessed toContinue reading “Writers Write”
