• Couple holding hands and making the shape of a heart.
    Life transitions,  yvonneisms

    Family Can Be Anybody Who Loves Enough

    I don’t know what to call this. I think it’s my grasshopper brain in action. It is 1:47am. I had all intentions of actually going to bed and sleep. Such an optimist. Sleep has become elusive lately and erratic. Like this early morning, due to some physical pain, I am awake and raring to go, although there isn’t anywhere to go except Wegman’s, my 24/7 therapy place. Can’t be bothered to get dressed, so I thought – write a blog. Bored to tears with regular television programmes I logged onto Amazon and came across a film I had never seen. It was surprising I hadn’t seen it as it had…

  • Woman dancing on a boardwalk
    Courage,  Life transitions

    Change of Attitude

    So much has been written about attitude.  An attitude of gratitude is well known indeed, and it doesn’t have to remain the same because like life itself, attitudes embrace change. This isn’t entirely popular as there are so many different aspects to change.  Life’s challenges will change so much and with these, comes grief sometimes. Desires are part of these changes too like wanting to have love, friendship, loyalty, touch, conversation, and confidentiality. People want to grow and become whatever their dreams are, their wishes for a better life, more prosperity, work they love so that doesn’t feel like work, and success, although some are so beaten down they can’t…

  • A roller coaster at an amusement park.
    Healing Lessons,  Life transitions

    Making Choices While On the Emotional Roller Coaster

    My friend, Edie, describes the roller coaster so well. When we go and get on a roller coaster, we know it is going to go up and then it goes down. We can expect to know when we can get off. On the other hand, for an emotional roller coaster, one never knows when it will start or stop. It can surprise us at any time about anything. One can be enjoying friends and going home feeling well and happy. Then wham! An unwelcome emotional downer hits hard. What can we do about it?  Understand Choice I learned about choice from my ‘bible’, Man’s Search for Meaning, by Dr. Viktor…

  • Old typewriter with a time piece draped over it.
    Life transitions

    Hallo. It’s Me!

    Having battled writer’s block for several months, the Universe relented and here I am. Usually writer’s block is described as people looking at a blank screen or notepaper. The opposite applies to me. I have too much to write about. An idea jumps into action and before I can write the title, ten more attack my brain and I forget the first one. Now my book author friend, Edie Weinstein, is different. As far as I know, she has never had writer’s block. She lives to write, when she should be writing to live. Why is her creative brilliance not recognised? She doesn’t have a marketer and readers don’t respond…

  • Children looking over a fence.
    Grief,  Helping Children,  Life transitions

    I’ll Take That One

    It is Memorial Day 2018. I have thanked men and women, alive or dead for their service. Thank you again. I woke up this morning with tears streaming down my face. They turned to sobs, heartrending sobs. It went on for quite a while, until I could hardly breathe. Bear in mind, I rarely cry. I realised I must have had some silent nightmare, bright and piercing in its intensity, but that one doesn’t remember. Other than John having died June 5th, 2015, so that date was looming, I knew it wasn’t that. It was gnawing at me and the physical pain was intense. The ER? No, this was strictly…

  • Couple kissing
    Humor,  Life transitions

    2017 And All That: January 1st 2018

    What a good idea to write about 2017. Then I thought, Nah. I’ll write about the days prior to the end of 2017 and how different December 31st and January 1st were. Prior to the first day of January, I was sad and thoughtful. Not too good that thoughtfulness, and this time it rendered me almost speechless and isolated. My decision to be isolated as the grief was so strong, I felt it impossible to put the mask on and pretend I felt joyful. I chose solitude, which isn’t a bad thing as long as the brain doesn’t do cartwheels of past hurts which are useless. I was invited to…