I have often said the loss of my first child changed my whole life—
how I look at the world, how I look at comforters, how I look at God.
My husband’s motorcycle accident and my youngest son’s car accident changed my whole life—
changed the way I hear telephone rings and wait for late arrivals.
The loss of a treasured friend changed my whole life—
changed the way I open myself up and how soon I trust.
Having an emergency appendectomy at 11 changed my whole life, as did
getting glasses and
being schooled in a one-room school by a sometimes tyrant.
But come to think of it, marriage changed my whole life, as did
my beautiful boys and my wonderful grandchildren,
my research on the Internet,
My publishing and recording career changed everything.
Baking whole wheat bread and learning to juice changed my whole life, as did
beach trips and mountain winding roads and migraines and conversations over coffee and journaling and
pet dogs and planting tomatoes and bike treks and menopause and swimming laps and sunrises in the morning, sunsets in the evening, and
computers and orchids and organic vegetables and Trader Joes and Youtube
and . . .
I think I’ve come to the brilliant conclusion
has changed my whole life.