Once in a blue moon love story
06/06/2017
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” ― Dr. Seuss
Twenty-five years ago today I married Phil McElhaney and it changed the trajectory of my life.
Today I celebrate our once-in-a-blue-moon love story!
On New Year’s Eve, 1990 there was a blue moon. I helped Phil host his annual NYE party. We’d only been dating a few months but when we went out on his back porch to look at the blue moon he told me he loved me. For the first time I said, “I love you, too.”
We married June 6, 1992 and vowed to love and cherish each other “‘till death do us part.” (We left out ‘obey!’) We had an amazing life with love, laughter, travel and adventure. This amazing man showed me what it meant to be fully loved. He taught me how to truly enjoy life. Tragically, only seventeen years Read the rest of this entry »
Buy Yourself Flowers for Valentine’s Day
08/02/2016
Phil always brought me a dozen roses on Valentine’s Day. Brought. They weren’t delivered. He thought that was too extravagant. Every Valentine’s Day he would stop by the grocery store on his way home and pick up a dozen roses. I’d make dinner. We’d exchange cards and have a romantic evening at home.
The first Valentine’s Day after he passed Read the rest of this entry »
Christmas Tree-Dition
18/12/2015
Our “first Christmas together” ornament from 20+ years and way too many pounds ago!
Each year, early in December, we’d decorate the tree while listening to Trans-Siberian Orchestra and drinking wine. Once the tree was done we would sit in front of the fire, finish off the wine, admire our tree, and reminisce with stories brought to mind by various ornaments. Read the rest of this entry »
Why I gave a widow a sewing machine
23/06/2015
Today, June 23rd is designated by the United Nations as International Widows Day. As a widow and writer I did a little research to see why we need an international day Read the rest of this entry »
Listening to Bruno Mars sing about the “same bed” feeling a “little bit bigger now” and the heart breaking a little “every time I hear your name” I think about my first Valentine’s Day as a widow. Read the rest of this entry »
Recreating Joy 