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It took three years, three months, approximately one week and a few days, but I finally did it. I broke through the wall. No more anger, no more sadness, no more grief. Okay, maybe a little grief here and there for a family lost, or what I thought a family was supposed to look like, but on a day-to-day basis, I am whole again. Functioning on all cylinders, no longer limping over the finish line or dreading commitments or holding …
She smiles softly to herself as she looks out the window at her boys playing in the yard. It’s her favorite time of day, just after dinner yet still daylight in the early summer evenings. The boys are fueled from dinner and ready for another round of outdoor time. Soon it will be baths, books, and bedtime. Each boy will pick a book – or two – and take turns in “the lap,” as they call it. She loves when …
This article first appeared on my Substack page a few days ago, inspired by a Christmas card I receive annually. Please take the time to read Lifelines, a quick 3 minute read. You might discover your own lifelines… Click on the link below. https://open.substack.com/pub/jackietricolli/p/lifelines?r=359kuf&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=false Looking back, here is an oldie but goodie from Scout’s early days of posting, Random Acts of Kindness. Somehow it seems appropriate at this time of year to think of those less fortunate. Thank you, dear …
I have had a life changing experience, one I may never get over. I will be thinking about this experience for months to come, relishing in what I have learned, which is, basically, I have much yet to learn. Yes, even at my age. There is so much more knowledge begging to be acquired, and while I feel I am running out of time, I also know it’s not too late to begin. Still, urgency remains in my desire to …
Do the people who know us the the longest know us the best? This question has been rattling around in my head for a few years now. While I haven’t put it to task in my writing until today, I know the reason that spurred my contemplation. A few years ago when I was going through my divorce, my childhood friend, my first ever friend, reached out to me. Her brother still keeps in touch with my brother, and they …
I cried last night. I was preparing a picture collage for my aunt’s 90th birthday, and while this in and of itself is cause for celebration, I cried while creating this masterpiece for what it represented beyond a milestone birthday. The pictures did not include images of myself but represented the adult life of my aunt as I remember it. Beautiful pictures, some black and white, some with a person’s head chopped out of the frame, some with family members …
When I woke up this morning to a light coat of snow outlining the trees and roads, I was reminded of a simpler time in my life. A happier time, I suppose. I was remembering snow days, and I remember them fondly. Both my childhood and my children’s childhood. They were magical days full of endless possibilities whether the magic took place indoors or outdoors. Yes, it was a day to reflect because time seemed to stand still amid the …
Yes, dear readers, you heard that right. After close to twenty years of coloring and styling my hair, my hairdresser made me cry. I have sat in her chair countless times for many occasions; monthly cut and color, graduations, just-because-it’s-a-Friday blowouts. But never before has my hairdresser made me cry. Truth be told, it was not her fault. I brought a bunch of baggage with me to the salon that day. I was sitting on a time bomb of emotions, …
Listen, friends. My mom is cooler than your mom, and I am here to prove it. This isn’t a challenge. It is a fact, so game on. Sure, we all feel that way about our mothers; proud, protective, possessive. We have learned our best qualities from them, naturally, whether it be working, baking, or friend-making. They have their strengths, and in turn, they passed them on to us. I mean, hey, these octogenarians taught us how to be moms, so …
