So, you happened upon my blog, welcome! It is my hope and intention to offer my personal perspective on love, life and loss from the voice of experience. This is not to be confused with the voice of authority. Everyone has a story to tell, and if I’ve learned anything it is that we do not see things as they are, we see things as we are.
I’m Laura, small town girl turned student, turned wife, turned mother, turned widow, turned glass-housed. Glass-housed is what happens when in one solitary moment your very private, personal life becomes public. In the blink of an eye you are laid bare for all the world to see. You’re living in a fish bowl. Will you float belly up or swim? This is my account of moments exhibiting the strong, elegant butterfly stroke and unequaled moments of the deadman’s float.
My goal is better not bitter, but that path is never direct. I am a mother of three, GG (grandmother) to one. I was widowed at 43 and for nearly four years I’ve been treading water with the hope that downstream is the right direction to float. According to my alma mater, I am a graphic designer. According to my employer, I am a marketing coordinator, to my kids: just Mom. To those who know me, I’m a running fiend training for the 2016 Havana Cuba Marathon. A crazy girl who jumps in with both feet again and again. One who got a wild hair and decided to buy an 1853 victorian and restore it to it’s rightful glory. According to me, I’m broken, bruised and battered, but I refuse to end on that note. Nope. I will triumph life.