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Happy Friday readers! It is with a heavy heart that I announce today that I am taking a break from writing. I haven't been able to post much here anyway, so you probably won't notice much difference. Or, maybe you will. Maybe without the weight of the writing I am not getting done hanging over… Continue reading Taking a Break from Writing
Last night, my family held a candlelight vigil in honor of my uncle Daniel Webster, who passed away five days ago. I did not attend because I could not mentally take it yesterday. Instead, I started writing about him and I want to share some memories here. Thinking about Uncle Daniel last night prompted me… Continue reading RIP Uncle Daniel
Today has been a hard day for me. I completed all of the necessary tasks. Everyone was fed, everyone is clean, and nothing caught on fire. I got all of my work done. Everything is done that HAS to be done. But something has been off all day. It is June 8th, TEN days away… Continue reading Today I Tried But I Failed
In my life, I have lost many people, but none so close to me as my father. I thought I was prepared to say goodbye. I thought I'd had enough time ahead of the loss to be mentally ready to lose him. I was wrong. So very wrong. When I was a child, I sat… Continue reading The Weight of Grief
On April 30, 2023, exactly 61 years after he was born, a relatively unknown small-town country boy named Kenneth Andrew Welton (known as Andy) passed from this world into the next, surrounded by his wife and most of his children. While his life was not spectacular or fancy, he was beloved by those who knew… Continue reading Eulogy to my Dad
On September 25, 2021 my third grandchild, Donovan Alexander Niman, was silently born. He was announced stillborn. On October 6, 2021 we held his funeral. It's been a devastating and heartbreaking couple of weeks for the family, with quite a bit of beauty and happiness shining through. (More on that next time.) Today, I want… Continue reading Donovan Alexander Niman
She woke to the aroma of pancakes and fresh coffee. Immediately, she started crying. She had to be imagining it, but it felt so real she could almost taste the buttery pancakes. She lived alone. There wasn't anyone in the house who could be making pancakes and coffee. And yet, she smelled it as clearly… Continue reading Pancakes and coffee…..Writing Prompt Free Writing
I think that a lot of people have a relative or special person in their life that made their childhood bearable when it truly wasn't. For me, that was Grandma Margie. She was the one person I could always turn to, no matter what chaos my life was going through.
Cathy Marie Bown 