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I love stories. I'm the one at social functions with a dozen new anecdotes. But I worry about hogging the conversation. Sometimes I tell myself that I'll be quiet and let others do the talking. But no matter how hard I try, my stories insist on bursting out! Here I can let my stories (the classics that I tell again and again, as well as new ones that unfold along the way) run free. I'm a professional writer and editor, and sole proprietor of The Word Cellar. I write for a variety of publications and clients on everything from green buildings and nuclear reactors to entrepreneurship and the arts. If you need words written, edited, or enlivened, I can help. Contact me.


Life After Death

Thank you to everyone who left a comment on the last post, emailed me, or sent their support via Twitter. I appreciate each of you so much. The flurry of activity that surrounds death came to a head with yesterday's funeral. Now comes perhaps the hardest part of all: the denouement back into everyday life.

I've been removed from my normal routine for more than two weeks now, what with traveling across the country, spending days at the hospital, and grieving with family members. I'm weary in body and spirit. Trying to jump back into the fray of normal life has been hard. I long to get back to my easygoing routine that barely qualifies for the word "schedule." I want to cook dinner, weed the garden, sit on the patio, do some freelance work, laugh with my husband.

But this morning, I didn't even want to get out of bed. Still, I did. And I managed to take Gatwick the Catwick for one of his periodic haircuts, return library books (on time!), pick up a few groceries and household goods, and do two loads of laundry. This means that we now have some vegetables in the refrigerator and I won't have to shower with a paper towel, like I did this morning. I also wrote 19 words of an assignment and stared at my notes for said assignment.

I'm glad I spelled it all out like that, because I was feeling a little loser-ish and a lot overwhelmed. But now I see that I did accomplish something. Several things, in fact. One thing at a time. Living is always that way: one thing at a time.

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Blogger Kirsten Michelle said...

i'm glad you wrote it out too. be gentle and patient with yourself as you take each day as it thing at a time.
sending you love and hugs during this difficult time.

8/02/2008 8:31 AM  
Anonymous Lisa said...

Glad you're back. Still thinking of you A LOT and sending love and peace your way.

Will we be seeing photos of Gatwick's new 'do'?

Hee, hee...just thought of this..sounds like you could have used a Wife during this time, huh? Maybe that's a new marketing strategy for my life!

8/04/2008 2:12 PM  
Blogger tj said...

Sending good thoughts and peace to you. <3

8/04/2008 4:21 PM  
Blogger megg said...

Even if you do one thing every day you will still be moving forward. Be gentle - it will come.


8/07/2008 3:13 AM  
Anonymous Claire said...

Chicken, thinking of you and J at this time.

with love & prayers from across the pond.

8/08/2008 4:50 PM  
Blogger GailNHB said...

Yes, doing life one thing at a time is how we must live. It's not easy or glamorous, but, with the help of friends and loved ones, we learn to live well, laugh hard, and weep openly.

8/10/2008 1:53 PM  

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