Mea Culpa

Meet Chainsaw Betty. She is not too excited about learning her craft, and therefore is none too polite. This morning as she headed out the front door with her Stihl, a small expensive car came up the drive – past the closed sign. A passenger window slid down and a woman called out., “Are you closed?” Betty replied, “Can you read?” Then Judith resurfaced and said, “Look, my husband died and I am no longer …

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Why I Hate the Phrase “So Sorry for Your Loss.”

Since Ken died I have reigned in my near rabid reaction to “So sorry for your loss.” A friend asked why it bothers me so much. Here is a portion from that near rant. “So sorry for your loss” is a trite phrase: so often repeated that it is now as meaningless to me as the yellow smiley face with “Have a nice Day ” emblazoned under it.  I hesitated to post Ken’s death on …

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