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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
This is a place holder for when I get around to making that first podcast.
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”