A Whisper to Solitude

A Whisper to Solitude

Hello solitude. You scared me when I first met you. My grief insisted upon your presence. You were so quiet. So empty. I didn’t want to be your friend. I wanted you to go away and never come back. I didn’t understand your purpose. I hated the circumstances. It has been 22 years since your…

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You Are My Hero

You Are My Hero

After a brief illness, my late husband’s 92 year-old father, David S. Kluxen Sr., took his last breath this week. The details of his death aren’t important. His long, well-lived life is what counts. I inhaled deeply as I pulled into the narrow driveway on Hartranft Avenue in Fort Washington after a 90 minute car…

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Signs of Lancaster County

Signs of Lancaster County

My book developer, Jill Swenson, alerted me to Tana Reiff’s upcoming book, Signs of Lancaster County: A Photographic Tour of Amish Country   (Schiffer Publishing Ltd.) a few months ago. I listened to Jill’s whisper and contacted Tana with an offer to review her book. Tana in turn listened to my whisper and graciously arranged for…

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4 Tips to Tune into Your Whispers

4 Tips to Tune into Your Whispers

I can’t imagine my life now without my whispers. A 1977 whisper turned me into a best friend, a wife and a mother. That was good. But 15 years later, a loud and frightening whisper left me a widow. Whispers are those nagging little feelings that start deep down in your gut. From your belly,…

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Little Free Library First Donation

Little Free Library First Donation

I was giddy when I left a whisper this month in beautiful Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. An autographed copy of my book, Listen for the Whispers: Coping with Grief and Learning to Live Again is on the third shelf in the Little Free Library  on 316 Miller Street in Strasburg, Pennsylvania. The promotion of literacy and…

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March Madness

March Madness

Oh, March!  What madness you bring! You tease me with a glimmer of sunshine and then turn around and pile on a layer of snow to smother my hope. The wildlife is as confused as I am. Afraid to freely frolic in the barren trees, the squirrels keep their feet on the ground and scour…

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Love Whispers

Love Whispers

My rusty, outdated Ford LTD sedan cruised down the narrow Delaware County, Pennsylvania roadway at a steady 50 miles per hour. Dilapidated, whitewashed wooden horse fences protected the pristine pastures from the crumbling asphalt shoulders—their bleached outlines whizzing past my peripheral vision like frames in an old 35-millimeter home movie. David, a third-year law student,…

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Filling the Cracks

Filling the Cracks

Kintsugi is an ancient technique to repair ceramics. This art form evolved from the dissatisfaction of a Japanese military commander with the restoration of his valued tea bowl. Sent to China, they applied metal staples to hold the pieces together. The Shogun sent the object home where Japanese craftsmen devised a more aesthetic method. They…

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The Blue Ornament

The Blue Ornament

David, I know you are watching. Please be with me during my surgery and help me not to be scared. My half-opened eyes nervously squinted back in the mirror. That morning in the pre-dawn chill of my bathroom I felt an intense desire to talk with my late husband.  Perhaps David could hold my hand…

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Olivia’s House

Olivia’s House

What a pretty girl’s name for a very beautiful place. I was invited by the Founder and Bereavement Specialist, Leslie Delp, to visit her premier freestanding, independent grief and loss center in early December. Usually when I go on a discovery adventure I do some preliminary research so that I can ask meaningful questions and…

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