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I’m A Writer

I hear your “Duh” to the title of this post. I mean, after all, I blog so I must be a writer!

True, true, true, but this morning I woke up to an email that read: “We wanted to let you know “A Thousand Words” is live.

I’m all smiles!

I am now officially a published writer! Yes, I have self-published a few books but this is my first piece where my writing has been validated outside of me and family and friends.

What is “A Thousand Words?” It is my first piece of flash fiction, a one hundred word memoir I wrote and submitted simply because I read a post by a former college professor who had just been published. I read her piece and decided to give it a try! She was such an encourager in college and unbeknownst to her, she is still encouraging me. She is so much more prolific and successful in flash fiction than I can every hope to be but her post was the push I needed.

These days, I submit a piece a week and the rejections have returned in a steady flow but I’m okay with the process. One day, a piece will land and stick and on that day, I will be all smile again.

I have two memoirs that are works in progress, a halfway completed novel and a book on grief that is under revision plus other manuscripts that have been languishing in a Google Drive folder.

Here is the lesson to be learned: We do not age out of gifts and talents in spite of society’s side-eye at the elders who move among them. Ageism’s attempt to dull my shine has nothing to do with me or my pursuit of my passion. This old gray mare may not be what I used to be, but I’m still kicking! The kick may not be as high as it once was, but I’m still kicking!

Hey, y’all, I’m a writer!

Click here to read my piece: https://www.fiveminutelit.com/five-minutes/a-thousand-words

I CRIED TODAY!

 

Today is “National Widows Day”

And

I cried today

But

I did not cry because I am a widow

Even though I am a widow

But

I did not cry today

Because he is no longer present

I cried today

Because some people took the time to say,

“You are not forgotten”

I did not know that tender place existed

Until

“You are not forgotten”

It is so easy for widows to be lost in the fog of grief

I do not mean a widow loses her way because of her grief

Though this is possible

The journey on the path of the new normal can be quite circuitous

Fraught with fear of the unknown

Strengths to be discovered

Obstacles to overcome

Courage to be cultivated

But this is not what I mean

When I say a widow is often shrouded in the fog of grief

I mean too often others lose sight of her because of her grief

Unable to relate to the loss

Or her struggle in the loss

They lose sight of her because of her grief

Familiar voices no longer call out to her

Familiar faces fade away

Memories are sometimes her only recourse

But they too are painful reminders

Of forced isolation

That which is too often a part of mourning

Others try to construct a timeline

For her grief

As though they know what that timeline should be

For her grief

Married friends

Challenged by her singleness

Begin to exclude rather than include

They do not realize

That “single” only means to the widow

A double bed that now only makes room for one

The spouse’s name is no longer spoken

Unless she speaks it

The stories she so treasures

No longer told

Unless she tells them to herself

It’s the widow’s walk without the wail

Or a mournful claque

To encourage the grief over loss

The supportive recognition of her sorrow

Dissipates

After “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”

She is alone

Shrouded in her grief

As though she was buried

With her husband

“Donna, you are not forgotten”

Yeah, I cried today

For additional information about “Widow Wednesday:” http://widowwednesday.com/national-widows-day/

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