The Maroon Dress

Somehow, for a few moments, gazing into the looking glass, the ugly-duckling had become a swan. While the thought that I was beautiful didn’t remain with me, whenever I wore that dress confidence in myself.

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Rhythms of Life: November 2004 to November 2005

 This is an essay I wrote, and revised several times between November 2004 and 2008.  Today, on the 11th anniversary of Kelly's death,  I feel prompted to share it for the first time, publically. I have come to peace with being a widow (most days) and my life is for the most part, happy.  There … Continue reading Rhythms of Life: November 2004 to November 2005