My Heart is Riding Shotgun

I have taken the pandemic with caution. I did this for my own safety, and as a human sharing this planet, to do my part to protect others.

When you live in the Southeast, you get a couple of nice snows each winter. Because it was infrequent, it always made me giddy.

In January 2020, I hit a car. My body, literally hit a car.

I will be perfectly honest and say, there is something that I never understood until I was facing it.

The Clerk of the Court has accepted and filed the final Accounting for the Estate of….and the Estate is now closed.

If you knew exactly what your future held, and it included as much excruciating sorrow as it did immense joy, would you choose it anyway?

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.