Isn’t it interesting the way each of us deals with grief in sometimes polarising ways. A relative, whose husband died several years ago in circumstances very similar to mine, filled her living room with pictures of him, including one taken on their last holiday together. She says she found comfort from being surrounded by allContinue reading “Out of the picture”
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Is widowhood a question of black and white?
How does one be a widow? I am one, but I don’t know how to be one. It’s a horrible word, isn’t it, conjuring up images of black, spiders, weeds and danger. Things that are dark, mystical and to be avoided. But I don’t want to be avoided. In the olden days, widows dressed inContinue reading “Is widowhood a question of black and white?”
Why being Selfish at Sixty changed my life
It’s two years since I started this blog and in that relatively short space of time, so much has changed. I wrote it to mark my 60th birthday and to kick off my year of being ‘Selfish At Sixty’ – where each month I was going to do something lovely, new or adventurous. Where IContinue reading “Why being Selfish at Sixty changed my life”
Seasons of sadness
There’s a tree at the end of my back garden. A giant horse chestnut. It’s my barometer of the seasons. Each year since we moved into our house 23 years ago this month (March), I’ve looked out at it longingly, waiting desperately for the first buds to appear on the bare branches, the first signsContinue reading “Seasons of sadness”
When I try to work out how to be me
One of the many things I’ve learned in these last few months is that you’re never quite sure how you’re going to feel about anything. Things I’ve dreaded – my birthday, putting up the Christmas tree, singing Auld Lang Syne at New Year – turn out to be much less emotional than I imagined, whileContinue reading “When I try to work out how to be me”
I have a mini revelation
I’m thinking of buying a mini skirt. My legs are pretty good. I play tennis and do pilates twice a week so they’re strong and shapely, and if I look at them without wearing my glasses, there’s not a hint of cellulite. I was born too late to be a child of the 60s soContinue reading “I have a mini revelation”
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