Waking Up to Dread

Waking up to dread almost every morning. With people and activities to look forward to, still I wake up to dread. Like this rocky shore, I know I will traverse it. But I must go through the dread first. In the beginning, the emotion was disbelief, followed by...

FB 30 Days of Brave 2017 Day 27 – spring is here

Spring is here and I have very mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I am grateful for an end to gray days when I don’t even want to get out of bed. The tables and chairs are out in the garden again and it’s a source of extreme sadness to me. One of...

FB 30 Days of Brave 2017 Day 12 – prepare to die

When I speak, I often say, “Prepare to die by preparing to live.” And someone in the audience ALWAYS says, “Say that again.” But I mean something different than you might think. Because I know, better than many people, that sometimes time runs...

FB 30 Days of Brave 2017 Day 8 – a grey day poem

Grey day, Perhaps rain, perhaps snow. My inner landscape matches my outer landscape perfectly. Confusing, right, Days like these, depression comes easy. And my husband’s drugs in the fridge and closet call loudly to me. I do not succumb. But I want to,...