Moving Stings
I feel the sting of moving 400 miles from my support team every morning and every evening. At work, I'm busy and distracted from the...
ISO a Man with a Toolbox
On the dark and misty journey through the hills driving to work today, an old song looped in my mind. How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?...
No More Heart Drama
Happy Monday Blog World! Try to keep it light today. Unlike me, apparently. I entered work to be bombarded with multiple tasks, romantic...
The Slippery Rock of Love
Yesterday, my son persuaded me to visit a small river in town. Really it was more like a creek. But, whatever. I navigated several steep...
Eyes Fully Open, Day 29.
Captain's Log, Day 29. Right when I think I have my emotions where I want them, my hopes back up, and my memories in check, bam! I get...
The Unexpected Plummet and Growing Wings
I wish I could say I was done with the subject of love and loss, but I'm not. I didn't lie in my last post, I did round a corner. Then a...
Heart Crimes...Moving with a Broken Heart
At my age, moving is enough on its own. Dragging years of your life to another location away from friends and loved ones feels like a...
Heart Hijack
When I love someone, it feels like they become the temporary owner of my heart. That's an extremely vulnerable place for me to be. Yet an...
Victim of Love?
So funny how love-gone-wrong songs start making sense when your heart is on sensory overtime. When my heart is breaking, it's WIDE open....
When Love Wrecks
Eventually I will get sick of this subject, but for now it's a needed purge. Love is so ridiculously powerful that when it fails, it...
