Author Archives: Pamela Hester King

About Pamela Hester King

Wife, mama, gramma, bestie and friend, colleague and coach. These are my roles. Artist, writer, observer and thinker, gardener and baker; all around creative spirit. These make me. https://pamelahesterking.com https://checkingtherearviewmirror.com https://isitreallyallrandom.blogspot.com

Gin and Letting Go

Posted on December 19, 2020 by Pamela Hester King

My dad drank Bombay.  Bombay gin on the rocks. “Not Sapphire”, which he thought was too strong and ruined the flavor, and repeated emphatically.  He drank it twice a year, maybe thrice. His birthday on the 19th of February, and Christmas. Very … Continue reading →

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Sometimes is Every Autumn

Posted on September 26, 2020 by Pamela Hester King

Sometimes I’m so sad I need a moment. It doesn’t last a minute. My eyes rim with tears. They don’t hit my cheek. I hear my thoughts, collect myself and say, “This isn’t helpful. What might be?” I think of … Continue reading →

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Healing

Posted on June 12, 2020 by Pamela Hester King

Today Facebook reminded me that five years ago I made a post on my late husband’s birthday. He was 73 on that day. I didn’t need reminding. I already knew he’d be 78 today. I remembered yesterday, and this morning … Continue reading →

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Hope Lost

Posted on March 27, 2019 by Pamela Hester King

Suicide is the loss of belief that any day, or hour to come will be better, or that current unrelenting pain will abate, or be ameliorated even slightly. It is surrender to the belief that every moment will be as … Continue reading →

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Don’t Give Up

Posted on February 5, 2019 by Pamela Hester King

Last year after the deaths of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain I published a post titled, “And Then There’s Suicide”, seeking to shine a light on the legacy suicide leaves for its survivors. Super Bowl Sunday Kristoff St. John was added to … Continue reading →

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What We Don’t Know Until We Do

Posted on October 9, 2018 by Pamela Hester King

Doing the mall crawl, laughing with Bestie. Bam! I was crying. And I didn’t know why. It wasn’t a drip, drip, seeping cry but a sneaker wave that washed over me. We sat down on a mall bench flanked by … Continue reading →

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Rituals

Posted on September 20, 2018 by Pamela Hester King

I found this article fascinating because it articulated something I believe to be true yet had not previously consciously considered. I had, and have, rituals. They’ve helped me. Though I don’t go to the cemetery often, I always go close … Continue reading →

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Truth

Posted on August 29, 2018 by Pamela Hester King

Recently I was a guest on The Kiss My Age Show podcast. The episode’s topic was  the “invisibility” of women of a certain age. (Check the App Store or Google Play on your device for a podcast subscription. If you’re a mid-century … Continue reading →

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And Then There’s Suicide

Posted on July 9, 2018 by Pamela Hester King

There is no “worst” thing about suicide because it’s all the worst. Every aspect, every horror, every guilt, every wish for a do-over; the keening of every parent whose child has chosen it, the longing for a lifetime of every … Continue reading →

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Men Who Fix Things

Posted on June 16, 2017 by Pamela Hester King

I relied on men to fix things. I didn’t know appliances weren’t meant to last forever. My dad fixed them. He kept everything working like new, and sometimes even better. Toys and water heaters, washing machines and hair dryers. That’s … Continue reading →

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