ME-as I go through this zany, marvelous, difficult experience called: "LIFE"!

                Tuesday Afternoon at the Oscars (Party) On, Sunday, February 9 th , Academy Awards Show, the Oscars was televised. I watched, with intensity and passion, the Oscars on TV Sunday night. That’s until sleep won over and I, exhausted, turned the television, lights and my devices off and hurdled into my bed. A bit after the fact, on the following Tuesday afternoon, the building in which I live, the Activities Department, threw an Oscars Party! I, Evelyn, who tends to go overboard, wore an evening gown, borrowed from one of my sisters. I must tell you, I wore this blue evening gown with my most stylish jewelry at 3pm in the afternoon. Needless to say, there were other fellow residents whom looked superb, elegant and stylish as well! It was an afternoon of fun and gaiety with fellow residents wearing amazing fashions, who were dressed in style and class! Everyone received a well-deserved trophy from our Activity Director, Lin. I felt extr

                               Grief                                               I’m grieving the loss of a child. I haven’t lost a child but, I’m grieving that loss of a child (and children) I never bore It seems to me, I’ve missed from my life what so many women I know have. It would have seem miraculous to me, feeling another heartbeat inside of me. The joy I would feel having a baby grow in my own body. I would have loved to go through the joy of painful childbirth. When my friends and other woman I know boast about their children and grandchildren, I just quiver. I know I don’t have anything as wonderful or amazing as their children to talk about I then ask myself (like I’ve asked myself zillions of times) “Why didn’t I have children when I could”? Then blame and anger sets in, especially anger at myself. It feels strange for me seeing pictures of babies. At these times, I fix my eyes to the heavens as if I’ve come to the face of God and I cry out: “