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Martha Louise

Looks like this is the first anniversary of The Girl in the Yellow Sweater, and good Lordy how the world has changed – so, have I.

I moved to Taylor in December of 2019 after a year of widowhood. I bought a cute little house and moved in with my 160-pound dog. I love my neighbors, I love this town, and even though lockdown happened in my fourth month here, I have gotten to know some amazing people and made Taylor my home.

Now, a year later, I’ve had somewhat of a paradigm shift. It’s been the slowest and fastest year of my life, all at the same time.

Not only have I taken up writing, but I’ve expanded my little household to three heartbeats when I adopted a little elderly dog named Grunt, who is super spry for 14.

I lost a whole lot of weight (my goal was to weigh less than my dog). I reignited my love of theatre and rediscovered my church home. I’ve gone from blonde to red, changed my legal name, started dating and now don’t even think of myself as a widow.

I’m not even bringing up the wood floors I found under the carpet in the house that has started a flooring remodel. I’m so independent now. I even kill my own spiders.

Being a “Widow” with a capital W was a heavy burden. I’m ready to let that go. I am still a woman whose husband passed away, but now I am a strong single professional who knows what she wants and where she wants to go. I worked through it in many different ways – one is by writing, but improv theatre and even some stand-up comedy have helped me work through my feelings. I’ll keep playing with words until I’ve used them all up.

Who am I kidding? I will be talking until my last breath.

I still have so much to say – to impart. I want to encourage you to be your best self and reassure you that whatever you are going through right now will someday be in the past. I want to tell my children stories of the days before the internet and read books to grandbabies. I want to fall in love again and tell someone the most powerful of all words, “I love you.”

I want to use my words for good – to tell stories, to make someone laugh and forget their worries for a short time.

I think of this as chapter 51 (my age) in the Taylor edition of my story. I plan to keep writing, communicating and keep turning pages, anxious yet excited for what’s going to happen next. If we could skip these big plot twists like COVID-19 in the future, that would be great.

So, this is me. I’m not the new me, just a refined me. I am just, at least for now, Martha Louise. Thanks for hanging out with me this past year. I hope you’re as excited as I am for the next chapter.

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