No better way to start the new year than starting to write again. I am fighting that terrible, bad, awful flu, that same flu that the flu shot did nothing against, that same flu that makes my every cell ache, my head throb, my throat burn, my eyes run… Yes, that one. But, for the first time in days, I am vertical, so I will celebrate 2018 with a return to my love of writing. I am celebrating surviving this virus, the first “real” flu I’ve experienced.
So, why did I step away from this site for going on 5 years? A lot–too much–to cover in a first day back, but in brief here is my litany of excuses (now you know–I am a cradle Catholic–litanies are in my genes.
Dad got sick, then Mom got dementia.
Daughter became seriously depressed, then suicidal.
Youngest daughter moved away and we became empty-nesters (or parents of a few furry children).
Husband retired and volunteered in earnest.
My work position changed.
Dad fell sick again and parents needed full time care.
Parents moved to a retirement home.
Dad died; I lost my greatest muse.
I retired.
Mom passed; I lost my greatest cheerleader.
Our first grandbaby arrived.
We sold our home of 26 years and moved 700 miles south.
We moved to our new mountain home.
Love is Complicated 