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This is Between Business Cards
I’m navigating life—one foot stuck in the mud, the other trying to pull free. Like you, I’ve held a lot of roles: sibling, employee, spouse, healthy person and one facing illness. Some of those titles even made it onto my business cards. But life has a way of editing our identities—whether we’re ready or not. Over time, my roles changed. I was divorced. My parents passed. I experienced painful estrangements and major illness. And through it all—showing up, struggling, transitioning—I found unexpected lifelines: family, friends, books, projects and small, quiet gestures that kept me afloat. This isn’t a self-help blog. It’s more of a help-yourself-while-I-stumble-through blog. It’s about the collective…
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Empty Nester
A scream bounced off the side of the house, disturbing a green heron roosting in the dune vegetation. It was mine. When I’m startled, I yelp — a short high-pitched shriek. It doesn’t take much. This time, sudden movement caught my eye near our propane tanks. Now retired, I often spend my mornings outside our Tybee Island home, garden shears in hand. It gives me time to enjoy the outdoors while letting my thoughts drift. Our kids are grown and gone now, thriving on their own. But sometimes, amid thinking about my to-do list or how to solve that day’s NYT Connections puzzle, I miss the smell of burnt chocolate…
