Note: Mary Lou is my friend, Jen’s mom. When Jen was younger, Mary Lou made a new recipe to take to their friends, the Berry’s house for dessert. When one of the kids asked, “What kind of pie is this?” Mary Lou said “It is a new recipe and we’re the guinea pigs.” Since then, they’ve referred to it as “Pig Pie”.
Jake is our family dog. We found him by way of the local newspaper’s classified section. A family adopted his mother “Mickey Blue Eyes” (a jet black lab with two crystal blue eyes) without knowing she was expecting puppies. Jake inherited one of those crystal blue eyes, which makes him both adorable and interesting.
The room where I take yoga has a wall of windows which look out into a park filled with trees. Following yoga class on a beautiful October day, I shared my thoughts about trees with Janet, the instructor. Janet said to me “You have to put that in your book.” Janet is a wise woman, so I followed her advice. The following is an excerpt from that book.
I was out walking around my neighborhood on a beautiful, sunny October day. The sky was clear and blue and the trees looked as though they were on fire with color. I felt so good to be outside. While on my walk, I ran into a friend as she was getting out of her car. She is a person who has endured many challenges throughout her life, including the recent loss of a very dear friend. She told me she is just now learning how to take care of herself. Read more
I was shopping at a local health food store recently. The owner is aware I am a widow and am in the process of writing a book about my experience. While I was there, she mentioned the book to the charming white haired woman working behind the counter. The woman had been widowed twice – once at age 36 with three young children and again later in her life. We were talking and she reminded me of an experience I had. My guess is that many of us widows and widowers have this same experience. She said at first, you think of your spouse every second. Then, you think of them every five minutes. Then you think of them every hour. One day, you realize that you didn’t think of them at all. When you realize this, you feel guilty. We actually said “then you feel guilty” at the same time. We both laughed as we realized our common experience. Read more
From the day my husband died generous friends and neighbors delivered delicious meals to our home. We were blessed to have this continue for almost four months. Isn’t that amazing? Three days each week, a friend or neighbor would come to the door with the most wonderful meal. These were full meals – a salad or vegetable, main course and dessert. Often times, a bottle of wine was included. I still marvel at this outpouring of kindness. As those of you who have been on the receiving end of a hot, home cooked meal know, it has a way of soothing you like nothing else can.