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.
My past and present collided this week. Perhaps “collided” is too strong a word, because it implies force or an impact. When I think of a collision, I see destruction and violence. What happened to me wasn’t violent or destructive, but no less powerful. This is a rough time of year for me. Of course […]
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Awhile back, I wrote about perception. Before that, I had explored the concept of “love goggles“. Recently, I went off island (I’m starting to sound more like a native already, aren’t I?) to attend a wedding of a dear, old friend to a dear new one, and found myself pondering both of these subjects again. […]
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I sometimes (often?) have arguments with the ghost of my husband. Perhaps argument is too strong a word, and quite likely it isn’t really him or his ghost, but simply my own delusional mind still trying to make sense of everything. These disagreements are rarely about anything important, but isn’t that the way most marriages […]
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Nine months. That’s how long it has been. Today marks nine months from the date the world as I had known it shattered. Nine months. That’s the average human gestation period. Nine months from the creation of life until a newborn child makes its way into this world, headed on its journey of learning and […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 