My mother wore lipstick on special occasions. She used those sample lipsticks the Avon lady would bring in the 1970s. Once in a while a full-size tube of Fuchsia or Coral or Orange would show up on her dresser. As a little girl, I treasured the little sample tubes. I'd try the different colors, nothing… Continue reading A memory
Motherless on Mother’s Day
When you find yourself motherless on Mother's Day, you become acutely aware of the hole in your heart. Even now, 35 years motherless, the void remains, no smaller. Instead, life has grown around that wound, embraced it, enveloped it, grown up with it, made it part of who I am. And there are times, like… Continue reading Motherless on Mother’s Day
night sky and memories
Years ago as a teenager in New England, I spent a Saturday night out with friends at a party in the woods just down the street from my family’s home. We did that in the 70s. All the time. We had the freedom to roam, the carefree belief that the dangers out there were not… Continue reading night sky and memories
Love
It’s so simple for me to write about myself, about the mundane, about things I can somehow control or make sense of or simply accept. Writing is my way of carrying on an internal discussion that eventually leads me to some greater understanding. And that is what I love about writing, like a multiple personality… Continue reading Love
50, 60, 70 and job hunting! Again.
I’m closer to 60 now than I am to 50, and I started a new job recently -very recently- one that uses my skills, taps into what I’m passionate about, and provides ample learning opportunity. I feel like I made the right move, but I had to go through a pretty significant learning curve and… Continue reading 50, 60, 70 and job hunting! Again.
Nancy Wiley writes. 