Author: trishfreer

Before we lived here our house had grown wild. We do not know all the details. From what I understand, there was a span of time when no one lived here.  There had been some attempts at restoration, and some repairs made in the living room, first floor bedroom and bath. It was obvious, however,… Continue reading A Ghost Story

I have been watching “The Perfect Storm” today. I love to watch water and especially waves on film. I do not swim, and have not often been in the ocean, but looking at it makes me feel things that I know are eternal. Colder than cold, bigger than the biggest things. I am crying as… Continue reading Grief Sandwich

It feels like this: You have been living in a wire cage for months. You have a bowl of food and a bottle of water, which seem to replenish themselves, and a decent bed. You can see through the bars, contemplating the things outside. Thinking of all the things you might do “out there”. You… Continue reading Freedom and Trepidation

“When Tibor died, the world came to an end. And the world did not come to an end. That is something you learn.”    -Maira Kalman The air does not feel the same at a cemetery as it does at a park or other green space. Whether you have a somber purpose to be there or… Continue reading A Greenwood Cemetery Story

I feel surprised lately. Surprised about how I feel about things, and about how I have changed my mind about things. Somewhere within the vast trail of self-help books in my past, there was discussion of how “changing your mind” is more literal and important than how it sounds. We all come here to change… Continue reading Rain, and Surprises