My Heart is Riding Shotgun

I have 15 journals. I love to shop for them. Scan the physical shelves. Pick them up. Flip the pages. Assess the type of paper. I love to receive them as gifts. And I have never filled one.

My friend Chuck says there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes. I think he learned this sage wisdom from his father. The first time I heard it, I said, I like that!

You find a partner, you figure out how to support one another, and you shift and modify to make it together. It’s a fairly standard part of life.

The first night I had without Tim, I was in a daze. I was foggy. I was exhausted. When I awoke the next morning after 9 hours of sleep, I showered, got dressed, with no idea what to wear...

I need a few months to focus on the work that pays the bills.

I was hiking Mayflower Gulch Grand Traverse trail. It was 60 degrees. The sky was blue with a few scattered, cotton ball clouds.

It's time you get to know the man in my ife. He is short strong, and agile. And he is covered with the softest, glossiest black hair.

In preparing for Tim's celebration of life, one of the first things I did was create a slide show. I spent countless hours accessing photos on every device and storage place.

Writing helps me to gain a greater understanding of my own life.

As I stood in meditation and learned of Kintsugi, I wept.

I made a note in my journal a few months ago about something I read about love.

The day after Tim died, I went to a yoga class. And I felt nothing on my mat.