My world shattered when I became a widow. I am now attempting to reassemble the broken shards into something damaged, fractured, and scarred, yet beautiful.
I put on make-up today for the first time in several weeks. Well… maybe the term “make-up” is a bit of a stretch. Mascara. I put on mascara. But it’s a start. And earrings, too. And a skirt instead of yoga pants, which have been my go-to fashion of late. I’ve cared too little about […]
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Many moons ago (and I’m not telling exactly how many… mainly because I don’t feel like doing the math), this gorgeous, dark-haired hunk walked into my high school cafeteria after classes were done and waited for me to walk out of the gym where I had been playing intramural volleyball. As I exited the door, […]
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I’ve been walking around in a fog this week, emotionally raw, yet still numb somehow. I haven’t turned on the TV in our bedroom; that was my husband’s thing. I tried once, changed it to TCM (our favorite channel to watch together), but it just didn’t seem right. So the television stays off, and the […]
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So many times over the last few weeks, people have referred to me as brave or strong; I so don’t feel that way. I feel as though I’ve been muddling through, just barely holding it together, and only doing what needs to be done. That isn’t strength, is it? Bravery isn’t merely being so sleep […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 