It’s the small things that get us through.

This past week my mother in-law passed away at the age of 90. Over the past few years she has been deteriorating and has been in and out of the hospital many times over the last year and a half. I have known her for thirty of her years. I was sad that she had suffered so much during her last years and as I thought about my memories with her I had no strong memories and that also made me sad. I then started thinking smaller. It is big that she gave birth to her son; my husband of thirty years. She always remembered my birthday with a card and check. She did the same at Christmas. She always remember her grandkids’ birthdays as well. Over the next few days and months other things may be remembered. Perhaps it is the small things that best help us celebrate a life lived and grieve a life lost.


Dealing with that Inner Voice of Criticism — Something to Ponder About

How do you treat yourself? We are often harshest in our treatment of ourselves in the way our inner voice reprimands us for making mistakes. Rather than an objective assessment of our actions, we strive for perfection in ourselves, and are disappointed or angry with ourselves if we cannot attain that desired standard. Source: http://forestwoodfolkart.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/58006-1ye5vss3wrvp7nv7b51ldzw.png %5B…%5D

Dealing with that Inner Voice of Criticism — Something to Ponder About

On Being a Writer Who Wanders — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog

By Mary E. Fiorenza I have many unfinished writing projects. They often nag me, like my mother used to nag me about chores. The goal of tidy and done makes a certain kind of happiness — at least for certain people. Each of my unfinished projects has taken me places. I walked miles of sentences, […]

On Being a Writer Who Wanders — BREVITY’s Nonfiction Blog