Tag Archives: life

You Can’t Go Home Again… Ha!

Ah Cahokia, Illinois… Now my “home away from home.” I think of you often, and occasionally return to see what’s left of my family I “left behind.” I keep hoping they will wise up soon and depart too because it’s … Continue reading

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Once More Back “Home”

“Home,” what a word that evokes so many thoughts of trauma, happy memories, and who can begin to explain how you’ll react. “Home” can be with newly found friends; or old pals from childhood or later years. “Home” can be … Continue reading

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Beau Geste Travels

Well here I am, finally traveling again because my wonderful son, Bernard Jr, graciously consented to being my chauffeur so I could attend a PWP (Parents Without Partners) Conference in Belleville, Illinois this weekend. This is the first time I’ve … Continue reading

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Thank You

Thank you so much for liking and reading my blog. I wish I could personally thank each of you, but my limited vision just won’t allow it. It somehow seemed appropriate to choose Labor Day for this post. So many … Continue reading

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Who Gets What?

Who gets the happy memories during marriage dissolution? Who gets the pain and tears? Who can smile through the ascending chaos and hope Love will rebloom? Who finds solice in being childless if such a thing can be true? Who … Continue reading

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My Collage 

A hodgepodge of photos in frames make up my collage My collection of memories haphazardly grouped together that make a statement of my life and family Joined together by love and memories Reflected in glass and time

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Too Close? Hmm…

When Dad died in 1995, Bernard Jr and I saw a counselor because my son was so hurt and angry at Dad for deserting him, and just couldn’t “process” all his conflicting emotions. The sessions were difficult to schedule and … Continue reading

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