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As human beings, we ALL know loss intimately. Whether you lost a loved one, got a divorce or lost your business, career, health, money or home, loss is loss. It’s the death of a future imagined or co-created which will never come to pass. Stop apologizing that yours is less painful and important than mine. Your loss is real and you have a right to grieve it. For as long as you need to, unapologetically and without judgement. 

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BadWidow Blog

The Day My Heart Broke – a poem about cancer

The Day My Heart Broke – a poem about cancer

The Day My Heart Broke October 12, 2015, CT results in pancreatic cancer, Stage 4, terminal prepare to die, estimated lifespan now measured in weeks, unexpectedly “I do” and “till death do us part” now with unanticipated meaning more than words, now deeds to choose or...

When Love Showed Up – a poem about love

When Love Showed Up – a poem about love

When Love Showed Up You met him on a retreat, his first and only one laughing, talking on a Delaware Water Gap dock with two brothers catching eel for their beloved grandmother’s breakfast He held the caught eel which wriggled, squirming his hand up almost to its...

Maine Moments – Maine poem 2

Maine Moments – Maine poem 2

Maine Moments Granite rocks, crashing waves tide pools and sweeps of sand craggy Maine landscapes concealed in frequent fog Crouched on the dock, flashlight spots millions of just-born lobsters smaller than a fingernail, phosphorus green seeking cover, building shells...

Swimming the Narrows – Maine poem 1

Swimming the Narrows – Maine poem 1

Swimming the Narrows Lifejackets on the dock until age 13 unless you swam the Leadbetter Narrows there and back, 40-degree water, strong tides small heads bobbing, pausing, swimming on and on imagining sand sharks, nibbling toes Ten cousins on a summer island boys vs....

Six Poems Since January 2017

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...

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