Your painting story resonates. I inherited a nearly life-sized standing portrait of my dear dear friend who died of AIDS in 1996. Since then, my #1 criteria for buying a house has been, “where will the portrait fit?” I never tire of looking at it and remembering my friend.
Beautiful story. Thank you for finishing it. Allow yourself some grace even if you skip some writing days. You'll be back. (I'm also finding it hard to sit aty desk right now.)
How lovely, your description of reassembling a life in a new location!
As we contemplate our own move, which will take us closer to family, there are so many moments when we confront our story in the things we have accumulated in our nearly 30 years of marriage. Assigning all these things to their proper places induces massive decision fatigue: Toss, give away, donate, sell? But change can be exciting as well as fraught with uncertainty.
We wish you and Sherrod so much joy in your new home!
Connie, If you knew how much joy this column brought me, you'd never do another dish. I've missed you. I want to know where you're moving, how you found and selected a house, and so many things you can't share. BUT the warmth washing over me as I read this in Southern Ca. where I now live, was worth a year's subscription. I simply adore your writing, and as I remember from our lunch together in Alliance, the grace of your company. Thanks, and remember with the move, "this too shall pass."
I like the comment about sitting…. I want my obit to say she died standing up for what is right and just
So so so so love this - every word, every act, every heartbeat of love!
Your painting story resonates. I inherited a nearly life-sized standing portrait of my dear dear friend who died of AIDS in 1996. Since then, my #1 criteria for buying a house has been, “where will the portrait fit?” I never tire of looking at it and remembering my friend.
Beautiful story. Thank you for finishing it. Allow yourself some grace even if you skip some writing days. You'll be back. (I'm also finding it hard to sit aty desk right now.)
It is a gifted writer who conjures up so many varied and precious memories!!
I sear to god you kill me with every essay. I love you Connie Schultz.
I love the painting. I love how he surprised you.
I love this story of the painting!
What Susan Seely said. Wow.
You always make me smile, often with a tear in my eye. Thank you.
How lovely, your description of reassembling a life in a new location!
As we contemplate our own move, which will take us closer to family, there are so many moments when we confront our story in the things we have accumulated in our nearly 30 years of marriage. Assigning all these things to their proper places induces massive decision fatigue: Toss, give away, donate, sell? But change can be exciting as well as fraught with uncertainty.
We wish you and Sherrod so much joy in your new home!
Yes, I immediately saw where that was going, and I still went teary-eyed at the denouement.
Love creates its own small miracles.
Connie, If you knew how much joy this column brought me, you'd never do another dish. I've missed you. I want to know where you're moving, how you found and selected a house, and so many things you can't share. BUT the warmth washing over me as I read this in Southern Ca. where I now live, was worth a year's subscription. I simply adore your writing, and as I remember from our lunch together in Alliance, the grace of your company. Thanks, and remember with the move, "this too shall pass."
That is a tear jerker of a story. Thank you
Thanks for the story.
The first home we ever knew was her heartbeat.
The first poem we ever heard was her breath.
“We are born of love;
Love is our mother.” —Rumi
Today, may we honor the love that made us,
the hands that held us,
and the spirit that still surrounds us.
Happy Mothers Day !