How Great Thou Part

  I exit the grocery store and make my way to my car. I open the door and throw my bags on the floor. I slide into the seat. I sit for a moment while I wait for my youngest son, Danny to make his way back to the car. A woman walks on the…

I am walking with my friends Cookie and Candy. It’s our first lap around Cookie’s neighborhood. As usual, in between laughs we are attempting to solve the world’s problems as well as our own. Well, usually mine since I am in the middle of this thing called divorce. We chat about the difference in life…

I enter the office with my marriage counseling tool kit. A cup of coffee and a few tissues. It is still early in my marital distress. I slump into the couch knowing instinctively that this is one of the few safe places to let go of my pain. The pain begins to find a way…

I open the door and jump into my neighbor’s car. It’s a mild summer evening perfect for the Lionel Richie / Cee Lo Green concert. There’s no absence of chatter. It is all pure excitement. We pull into the parking lot. We grab the bags of goodies out of the car. We inch towards the…

It is early evening as I step through the front doors of the assisted living rehabilitation center. The building is quiet as I meander down the hall. I spy a familiar face and walk into the room. The mood is joyful and lively. My friend’s father sits up in the bed. He is wearing his…

I shift from side to side in the bed and punch at the pillows. I spray lavender into the air. The fan hums a white noise lullaby, yet sleep evades me. I fight it at first, but soon I begin to cry. It is not long before my eyes are so puffy that the tears…

I grab for a book and realize my heart is too heavy and my mind too crowded to absorb it. I know that in the struggle of divorce there are days where no energy exists to absorb words of wisdom despite the fact that I crave them. I am reminded why I write this column.…

We sit nestled under an umbrella. The late August sun peeks out around us. We are jabbering relentlessly because far too many years have passed between us. The waiter stops to take our order only to be ushered away while we chat some more. For me there are not enough hours in this visit. I…

It is not long after I start my divorce that things get even more complicated and I am feeling a mixture of fear and hope. I hear a knock at the door. It is my friend. I will call her, “Rosalita.” In she walks, hands dripping with friendship filled gifts to ease my pain. I…

My large family is competing for air space around the dining table. I am comfortable here. Actually I am happy here. I glance at my uncle and I see, that he too, is happy in this space. The food is trademark yummy and is being tossed back and forth. For a moment, here and there…

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