30 Pieces of Silver

Mike was a carpenter. He loved doing projects around the house, especially wood working.  His favorite pastime upon retiring was to make things – our bed frame, a ‘window’ between the kitchen and the pantry, my jewelry box.  I was always impressed by the time and care he took with the details, it was his

Bravery is Relative

  Quivering, shivering, Hummingbird heart. Shoulders tight, breath quick, Belly clenching and wrenching.   This was no leaping from a plane, no diving from a cliff.  This was ‘simply’ my dread at the thought of travelling back from Corvallis, Oregon to Los Angeles, California. It was intended as my first solo flight, Portland seemed like

Diving Into the Wave

  Several friends have likened the process of grieving to surfing.  I understand the analogy.  At times the waters are relatively calm and we can ride along.  At other times, we are buffeted by tsunamis that threaten to drag us under.  Yesterday, I discovered a third way – diving into the wave. For as long

Cracked Open – A New Skin

What is the jumping point for this writing?  Where do I begin?  You are joining me mid-chapter.  So perhaps I need to bring you up to date.  On May 8, my husband Mike went in for a simple surgery.  Two and a half hours and a thousand sorries later, they told me he was gone.