Leah Dobkin’s New Chapter

My front yard.

My new front yard.

I have been behind in my blogs, but I have a good excuse.  I have been downsizing from a four-bedroom home in Shorewood, Wisconsin to a two-bedroom apartment overlooking a harbor and boats in quaint Stuart, Florida, six miles from the ocean.

This autumn, my son went to college, and I rented my Shorewood home to a doctor and his young family.  I became a new empty nester without a nest, but soon secured a new nest in Florida near my parents.  I continue to rent my log cabin in Black River Falls and write peoples’ legacy letters.  However, I am also expanding my writing services to include memoirs and business and organizational histories with an important legacy twist.  I plan to visit my log cabin in Wisconsin this summer and do a few legacy letter writing workshops and presentations around the United States.  If you would like me to present to your group, let me know.  I also can craft peoples’ legacy letters via phone or skype  interviews.  If you are looking for a very special alternative holiday gift for your parents or grandparents, I’m the gal that can make that happen!  Call me about legacy letter  gift certificates.

On a more somber note, Milwaukee Magazine just published, in their December’s issue, an essay I wrote about my daughter, who died of a heroin overdose.  Here’s a link to the essay.  I hope the essay will wake up parents to the heroin epidemic right under all our noses.  I am going to volunteer with a wonderful organization, based in West Palm Beach, called NOPE- Narcotic Overdose Prevention and Education.  To honor my daughter Hannah Rose, I am also volunteering at the Florida Oceanographic Society in Stuart.  I am learning to be a stingray guide, Hannah’s favorite fish when she volunteered at the aquarium in Discovery World in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

It’s a scary and exciting new chapter in my life.  I feel like an older version of Mary Tyler Moore in her  sitcom. Look down the café-lined street in Stuart, and there I am twirling and throwing a beach hat in the air.  I try not to gloat when I hear the weather forecast back home.  Yet, I do miss the people and spirit of Milwaukee.



Most Warmly 🙂