Lois Hjelmstad

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Compassion and courage for the times you need it.

A Widow Faces Some “Firsts”

My beloved husband, Les, died on June 25, 2020. I was too numb on the Fourth of July to even realize it was a “first” holiday. The flag from his military service at Ft. Logan National Cemetery lay abandoned on the bedroom hutch; the boom, boom, booms did not reach my ears. By our 72nd […]

It Seems Like Forever

It seems like forever since my last post about winning a nice award for Abidance: A Memoir of Love and Inevitability. It was such an exciting time for Les and me. And it has been eighteen months. It was August of 2019. We have all been through a lot since then. We can barely recognize […]

I’m Stunned – and Thrilled

Last Saturday night Les and I attended the Colorado Independent Publishers Association EVVY Award banquet at the Denver Field House. (I say that casually, as if we usually go somewhere on Saturday night.) It was a challenge, but between Lyft and a transport chair, we managed. We sat at a table way in the back […]

SPECIAL

Special I’m still excited about my new book, Abidance: A Memoir of Love and Inevitability. Lots of  amazing responses. Actually, I continue to be excited by my old books, so I have a great offer: Any one book – $15.00 Any two books – $25.00 Any three books – $35.00 All four – $45    […]

Are You an Orphan?

Are your parents gone? Do you feel like an orphan? A Birthday Mourning A birthday morning— an ocean shore, far from home whitecaps blend into the mist above driftwood lies gray upon the sand relics of places distant, days of yore A birthday morning— my first as an orphan, the woman who bore me gone […]

Transition to Cancer Survivor

This morning I read an excellent post on the transition from patient to survivor (http://quivervoice.wordpress.com/2014/08/07/picking-up-the-pieces). How do we go about our lives during/after a bout with cancer? Nancy's post prompted me to review what I wrote in Fine Black Lines and I'd like to share that with you. Be sure to read Nancy first! "Several years later, thinking […]