Welcome

I’ve been working on a memoir about my experience as someone who fell in love later in life and then lost my fiancé 2 weeks before our wedding. I’ve been writing to transform my feverish, grief-ridden journal entries into a memoir that tries to make sense of it all.

Grief seems to invade all our lives, and I wish this writing will resonate and relate to many of you. Plus, my wacky sense of humor is strewn throughout, and don’t we all need that sometimes?

The Tattoo that Wasn’t

Right after Chris died, as I sat in a stupor on our couch, I watched a woodpecker hang out in the magnolia tree in our front yard, braving the rain and not doing much wood pecking.

As I searched for ways to memorialize Chris, the idea of getting a tattoo of this scene made sense. Or would make sense to anyone who has less of a tattoo phobia than me. I hemmed and hawed, asked a friend to make a mockup, and then decided I would rather paint it on a canvas than paint it on my shoulder. For now. You can see the results above.

The Plan

So, dear reader, the plan is to write a blog post every month or so about love, loss, grief, or some wacky incident in my life and sprinkle these newsletters in between. While that’s happening, I’m working to finish the memoir for release next year. Title TBA. I may run some ideas past you.

Your thoughts and comments are welcome.