Tag Archives: Love
National Poetry Month – Day 28: Unrequited #3
As I mentioned in my Day 16 haiku post, before the end of National Poetry Month, I would post a haiku for each of the three men in my life who I consider the “Unrequiteds” in my memoir-in-progress. I’ll admit, … Continue reading
National Poetry Month – Day 25: Unrequited #2
In my Day 16 post, Unrequited #1, I said I would attempt to also write haikus for the remaining two men in my memoir-in-progress, tentatively named Unrequited #2 & Unrequited #3. But tonight, it occurred to me that I only … Continue reading
Memoir-in-Progress: Unrequited
In previous posts, I’ve talked about the challenges of writing a memoir, but more specifically, the fear associated with publishing it. I also mentioned that I would take “baby-steps” by blogging about the memoir, first of all to see what … Continue reading
Unrequited #3 – Fair Winds
Many of you know I’ve been working on a memoir for the last couple of years. My working title is Unrequited. As you might guess from the title, the book is about unrequited love. I’ve had many loves in my … Continue reading
Day 17: Conundrums
I had been off Facebook for some time prior to starting these daily blog posts. I had even taken the app off my phone to strengthen my resistance to mindless scrolling, usually through posts from pages I hadn’t even “liked.” … Continue reading
Day 7 – Fear
We are on our last day of our trip to the Detroit area to attend Steve’s nephew’s wedding. It’s been a wonderful trip filled with all kinds of love–wedding love, family love, and love of exploration. Now, it’s time to … Continue reading
Day 5 – The Black Hole
A black hole is a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that nothing is capable of possessing enough energy to escape it. ~ Wikipedia When I decided to do these daily blog posts, I knew there would be days when I wouldn’t be able … Continue reading
December 3, 2022
Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply. — Jane Austen I’m so looking forward to returning to Dallas … Continue reading
Holding On and Letting Go
On Sunday, as Steve and I often do, we wrote on a writing prompt for ten minutes. The prompt was “Days Gone By.” With thoughts of my father still wrapped around my mind, here’s what I wrote: Tomorrow will be … Continue reading
Digging for Treasure
He’s doing it again—digging for the diamond ring that plopped out of his hand the night he proposed in the middle of a cornfield. “Honey, just give up.” I hand him a glass of lemonade. “Never.” Two hours later, he … Continue reading
