Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Saturday, April 07, 2018
Cowwoman lives!
These last few years have taught me that pain is hard to write about. Lots of life-on-life's-terms has happened to me. Let's see. My dog died. My daughter got married. My father died. I went back to Europe. My mother died. She took away most of my inheritance. I got evicted from my little yellow house. I bought my own house. I went through escrow (hell on earth). I moved. I got sick. On my birthday last year I nearly died. I had brain surgery. Currently, I am hovering in that neverneverland between convalescence and wellness. Almost there! So, long time no write. Healing happens, though. I have not painted at all for over a year. Finally asked for help, got the studio in order, and, once I get my taxes figured out, I get to go back to creating. Sloooooow. Sigh.
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