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 […]

Married 65 Years Today

Today it is 65 years since Les and I married. Our church magazine had asked me to write the story of our lives and I'm sharing that with you today. It's longer than I like my blogs to be, but, hey, it's our anniversary! And it is 65 years.   It was one of those weird butterfly effects. What if […]

A Final Poem for October

Affirmation The breasts are gone but I am whole Disfigurement need not include my soul (Excerpted from Fine Black Lines, copyright 1993, 2003 Lois Tschetter Hjelmstad)    

Poem for My Flat Chest

In keeping with my recent posts on whether or not to reconstruct/replace one's breasts after a mastectomy, I offer one of my poems: Double Amputee I have looked this way before– flat-chested, pencil-thin when I was ten Strange it is to seem a sexless child again (Too bad about the graying hair and slightly sagging chin) (Excerpted […]

Just Stay Positive?

"You will be just fine" has long been a problem for me. No matter what horrendous circumstance one is facing, what one needs is support and validation, not cheer-leading. Discounting a person's feelings and implying that everything can be solved by being positive does a great disservice to the ill or injured or depressed or bereaved. […]

Why Am I Alive? Why Is She Dead? No. 4

The White Horse (for Ann) Death comes on a white horse to carry you away I see the love in Her eyes as she lifts you carefully and cradles you in Her arms You go willingly, eagerly, even though you know you can't come home again (Excerpted from Fine Black Lines (c) 1993, 2003 Lois […]