Recently, I read "Becoming..." by Michelle Obama and it has helped me to not only see the former First Lady in a new light, but look at my own story with less judgement and more honesty. How did I become a woman who not only embraces her curves but also her gray and silver hair? …
Today, one year ago in the early morning hours in Florida Hospital Orlando, Papa ended his fight. He was 71 years old. Here is the obituary that I wrote for him. It wasn't published in his hometown paper. A shorter more mundane version was published. Momma didn't think his Pennsylvania family would get it. She was …
Actions are votes for the type of person that you want to be. I heard this on a newscast on New Year's Day. The brief interview was about how to make your resolutions a reality. Small actions leading to better habits was the gist of the conversation. If you want to lose weight don't think …
Failure is as constant as change in life. Fear of failure is even more constant. We've all failed countless times. The hoilday season is no expection. New Year's comes and there is a push to evaluate our lives. Vague proclamations abound as many promise to lose weight, get their financial house in order and perhaps …
This last year has been rockiest of my life. In early July 2017, I wrote about my heartbreak when my relationship of over a decade ended. By early August, I had decided to move. It was a long time coming; little of the move had to do with my Ex. He only helped in determining …
A lot has happened since last July when I wrote about walking Luke and being confronted by a woman in her car. A woman angry because I dared not to pick up the Luke's stool in the bushes where he had so cleverly deposited it. I still remember how entitled and angry the woman was …
My heart broke recently. If my life was a book, the reader would have seen it coming before me. They might have been screaming at me to turn around. Most of my friends did. They saw the doom on the horizon and braced themselves. But, I am stubborn and kept sailing toward it. Right off the edge.
Issues, I have them. But, they aren't as bad as I thought. I made a mountain out of a foot hill. I felt so lost because I didn't know where I wanted to be. My heart, my love was in New York and I wanted to be with him. I also wanted to be in …
I had a glass of wine before noon, today. When it was done, I had another one. Twenty odd years ago, a woman saved my life. She got me help when I was lost and hurting. Today, she lost her husband. First glass raised for the love they shared. The life they built together together. …
How does one get unstuck in life? How does one deal with being so lost that they have finally gotten tired of throwing their hands up in the air? Of starting all over once more. Of staring at the end and knowing how much work it is going to take to make it a beginning. …
Lucinda Rose 