David Beynon Pena, my husband, was a professional artist, who sold his first painting at the age of 11. When we went to Maine, to Leadbetter Island or North Haven, David would paint from early morning into the night, 3 to 4 paintings a day, so after 10 days, we came...
This week’s Thrive Global prompt was about, if you could go back in time, what life lessons would you share with your younger self so they don’t make the same mistakes? The story is called Potential is the Booby Prize because it’s always in the...
When we experience a loss, whether it’s the loss of a person to death, disease, divorce or breakup, the loss of a job or business to downsizing or an economic downturn, or the loss of a place to a move or foreclosure, it is not usually by choice. We have little...
Dealing with stuff after the death of a loved one is overwhelming – all the hopes and dreams of a life together, all the decisions you will now make alone, in the midst of your grieving, seem impossible. David left his 500 square foot studio filled with easels,...
Listening to Waves Listening to waves, the moon calls me and the blood of my womb answers, Although I no longer bleed. Emotions surge, drift, toss. Lifting small creatures from the sea floor, Snails, sea urchins, seaweed, sea slugs. No choice, taken, seized, only to...
I had the idea that my life would be easier once I got through my 1st year without David. So I toughed it out through the summer where there were no specific landmark days but I couldn’t go to Maine because there were a million memories of him painting, of...
