Saying goodbye is hard, especially when it is a final goodbye. The one that comes at the end of an earthly life when a medical diagnosis cuts it short. The last goodbye can take place over days, weeks, months and sometimes years when time slows and quickens unpredictably. Sometimes we, the living get to say to the dying the words that are in our heart, … Continue reading The Last Goodbye
I’m not ok. I’m sad. I’m scared. I’m confused. I don’t understand why we as a country are allowing ourselves to be divided by hatred and fear. I wanted to exhale todayto stop holding my breath. I wanted dawn to bring New Year’s Dayto feel the joy of new beginnings. I’m tired of divisionand drained by lies. I’m still praying for changepraying for civilitypraying for … Continue reading …still waiting
My mother loved bees. She loved them long before it was on trend to do so. She was always ahead of her time. If you’ve been reading Tidbits for a while, you know my mom died 11 years ago and while she is not physically present, her spirit is with me always. Yesterday, I said a final goodbye to my parents’ home of 35 years. … Continue reading …bee happy
Bending over I snip off another flower head and drop it into the bucket. Brown decaying and lifeless, these are destined for the compost pile not a vase on my dining table. Deadheading is to remove dead flower heads to encourage further blooming For days, to be honest weeks, I’ve ignored the once vibrant pink geraniums planted so carefully in the end of May. … Continue reading …deadheading
I walk along the sidewalk, alone, hoping not to cross paths with anyone for fear of catching It. Alone is how I live now. Alone in my home. Alone in my mind. Even when blessed by family under the same roof, I feel alone. In some ways this isn’t new. This feeling of being alone, but somehow it is now more acute than before. I … Continue reading I think about you often….
Grrr. GGggHhhMmm. The low rumbling sounds are unmistakable, a tantrum is about to erupt. A full blown toddler tantrum of tears and stamped feet, a whirling dervish sweeping through the house. I have to stop it at all cost. My youngest and I are in the kitchen as a gloomy rainy falls. I’m sipping tea and surfing Facebook, she’s finished her breakfast and is too … Continue reading …mothering mistakes
Opening the musty book a thin piece of paper, delicate as butterfly wings, slips to the table. The tiny script is level and clear across the page, words bleeding through from the other side. Rising from the page I hear the voice of a woman who died long before I was born. A woman revered in our family for generations. These are the hand written words of a beloved maiden … Continue reading …it’s really true
Sitting in my family room the other morning, house quiet as my family slept in, I looked around me. The kitchen was still cluttered with dishes that did not make it into the already full dishwasher, a basket next to me overflowed with balls of yarn I wanted to knit, the coffee table in front of me a Jenga tower of magazines ready to topple. … Continue reading …filling the void
I am so very thankful for the roof over my head, the food in my pantry, the love of my family, the grace of the Lord. I have nothing to complain about in these days of worldwide pandemic and crisis, yet my flesh is uncomfortable. I hear a judging voice in my head comparing my chaotic mess of a kitchen to the stunning Insta-worthy images … Continue reading …time to refuel
People thought WW3 would be nuclear, a rogue nation with a big huge bomb. Instead the world is now at war with a micro-organism that we cannot see, smell or hear. It has swept in silently, like a snow squall on a winter’s day, blanketing our world in contagion. The World is at WAR against COVID19. The front lines are not traditional battlefields, the … Continue reading …the snow squall
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