Winter The winter of our discontent… so poignant for me. I have to say, that if I had to pick timing on the death of my husband, this would have been it. It allowed me to hunker down and work through my sadness, my tears, my loss, my grief in the slumber of the winter […]
I knew my partner’s death was inevitable. I, like everyone else, had no real knowledge of a timeline for that eventuality. But I was pretty confident we were not going to grow old together. This fact was often part of conversations that he and I had over the years. He knew that his time on […]
The world of grief is a lonely place. I don’t like to visit it often, but I do know I have to go there at times. It’s a solitary journey and you can’t come with me, nor can I go with you. I’m all for sharing feelings and stories, it’s in my nature to share […]
Trigger Warning: This is some of my truth about grief What will 2019 hold for me? 2018 was challenging for sure. Some could say I would have every right to be in a state of depression, anger or shock after losing so much last year. It would be easy to fall into that. It might […]
Aaron Michael Nault December 1 1970 – December 8 2018 My life partner had been battling an illness for over three decades. It came to a critical point about five and a half years ago. Since then the battle has been hard, he suffered daily and the last year even more challenging. On December 8th, […]
Living with Family Illness and Coping with Stress The Good the Bad and the Ugly A Year in the Life of a Fibre Artist? I’ve been drafting and re-writing this post for a few weeks now. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to share or what you would want to read. Should I give […]
Finally Released From Alzheimer’s A Tribute to Kathleen O’Flaherty March 12, 1942-Nov 30, 2017 This is not one of my normal posts and has little to do directly with my art. But it is the story of my mother, a tribute to show how her influence has been significant on who I am today. My […]
Alzheimer’s sucks, that’s the first thing I need to get off of my chest. I miss my mother. My mother was a huge part of my life. We were best friends (once we got past the stage where I was a 16-year-old jerk who thought she knew better). As a young adult, my mother was […]
