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Author Archives: Lisette d. Johnson
Scars
My body seems to like to produce scar tissue. I laugh and say I have always been an over achiever. I’m preparing for another scar revision surgery. My friend comments that the scars as depicted in the painting Susan Singer … Continue reading
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A Chance Encounter
30Aug11 Having lunch with one of my inner circle friends, she comments that as close as we are, she still had little idea as to the extent of what I experienced in the later part of my marriage. I pick … Continue reading
The Sweatshirts
27aug11 I sit in my friend’s chair, stored in my basement, alone, contemplating my past and my future, looking at two worlds collided. Above g’s stored items, my husband’s hats hang from nails in the joist. They seem out of … Continue reading
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The Question
It is inevitable, and I never know how or what to say. I am in between lives. If I am single, I am to have an ex. If I am a widow, it is some tragic life event in one … Continue reading
Fishing
As I contemplated leaving, I remember thinking about my life post marriage entirely alone. I was so afraid of ending up with the same person, making the same mistake over, not trusting myself to know the difference. I think it … Continue reading
Shameless Survivors 