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Mary Friedel-Hunt


Mary Friedel-Hunt, MA LCSW, is a freelance writer and psychotherapist
in the Madison area.She can be reached at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
or P.O. Box 1036, Spring Green, WI 53588.

A time for peace

By Mary Friedel-Hunt

When an event as popular as the Boston Marathon is disrupted by bombs and explosions that brought death and serious injuries to so many, the entire nation — perhaps the entire world — is shaken. On the day of this bombing I was in Madison, in the midst of 2,000 people attending an environmental conference. As I waited for the highlight of the day, a talk by Jane Goodall, I checked my Facebook account and saw a post by my niece. Katelyn is a wonderful 30-year-old woman who is getting married in September and starting a fellowship in June that will be a part of her master’s degree in community work.

The post did

Tuesday, April 23, 2013 2:21 PM
Where the heart is

By Mary Friedel-Hunt

As I think back over my adult years, I do not remember a time when I hired someone to paint walls once we lived in the house. If we painted, it was done before we moved in and since we moved fairly often, we did not repaint. But this house is different. When Bill and I moved here, he was a pretty sick man and we just wanted to do get settled. The walls, though white in every single room, were OK. Friends helped me unpack, get kitchen cabinets washed and lined, put things away, hang pictures and more. What would I have done without them? What would I do without them now?

So I just hired painters

Tuesday, April 16, 2013 5:20 PM
New adventures

By Mary Friedel-Hunt

It is spring. I wondered for a while whether or not it would arrive this year, but the snow in our village is slowly melting. I have visions of the red hibiscus the size of dinner plates, fern, purple clematis, hosta and more that grace the front yard. The thought of flowers lifts my spirits and reminds me of the ethereal with their fragility and colors. In the presence of birds, butterflies and flowers, I feel myself lifted to a world beyond.

This spring and summer I will be dedicating a great deal of time

Tuesday, April 02, 2013 2:19 PM
Anniversary of a loss

By Mary Friedel-Hunt

Three years ago, on March 27, my husband, Bill, died. Since that day, and even before, I have been on a journey through grief. Though I have lost many people in my life, the death of my husband is a totally different loss, as any woman or man who has lost a beloved spouse or partner will tell you. What you may not realize, unless you have a lost a spouse or a child or someone you were extremely close to — someone who was a part of who you are — is that the grief journey does not end in a matter of weeks or months or even years as our death-phobic society would like to claim.

We function

Tuesday, March 26, 2013 5:18 PM
A weary people

By Mary Friedel-Hunt

On the evening that the new Catholic pope was selected and announced, I was in Chicago having dinner with my brother, a Catholic priest, and three other priests who share the monastery with him. I wondered what their opinions would be and I wondered what kind of man would be willing to take over a position so laden with problems.

Pat Howard, columnist and managing editor of the Erie Times-News, said the church will change. “What I underestimated,” he said, “was the weariness

Tuesday, March 19, 2013 4:19 PM
A walking meditation

By Mary Friedel-Hunt

The calendar indicates that spring will be here in just a few days. But as I write this, we are at the tail end of an all day snow, again. My friends in Phoenix tell me it is springtime out there. A friend in England says the same. But here in Wisconsin, it is hard to believe that spring is only a few days away.

As I watch the earth come back to life, the crocuses and tulips, daffodils and forsythia will all but startle me with their beauty. It does not take long before flower gardens grace our neighborhoods and people are sharing vegetables with the local food pantries and

Tuesday, March 12, 2013 3:50 PM
Telltale signs


By Mary Friedel-Hunt

When I was sick with pneumonia in December and January, I attempted to find a movie or two to watch on television. The words describing the movies were telling of what people watch. These too frequently included: terror, chilling, violent, horror, murder, and more. I personally do not watch movies described with such words. I do not enjoy watching anything that makes me hold my breath in fear and be unable to get gruesome images out of my mind. But apparently I am pretty much alone with my preferences because since that time I have repeatedly checked the lineup of movies to see if my original findings were just a fluke. Alas, those words continue to describe the bulk of the movies available to me by my cable provider. Oh, there


Tuesday, March 05, 2013 8:07 PM | Updated ( Tuesday, March 05, 2013 8:14 PM )
Circles of friends

By Mary Friedel-Hunt

Painting today with the six other members of my watercolor group, Local Color, is just one of the magnets that brings us together. This group is about so much more than painting. We are seven women all over age 65. At close to 73, I am the oldest and also the “new kid on the block” as far as painting is concerned. These women have generously shared their talents and skills with me.

We are a diverse group including a retired art teacher who volunteers her talents providing art lessons for children in the village; a newly

Tuesday, February 26, 2013 4:58 PM
Reaching out to others


By Mary Friedel-Hunt

I made a stop at a grocery store in a nearby town today and as I was checking out, I realized I forgot my checkbook. I told the clerk I would use my credit card and that I was not quite awake yet (It was 10 a.m., what can I say?). I said this mostly in an effort to get any kind of sign from her that she was friendly. She responded, telling me with no expression on her face that she had been awake since 5 a.m. I asked her how late she had to work and tried to make some more small talk with her. She went on to tell me that she was working in order to make payments on her truck. We chatted a little bit and I went on my way.

As I walked toward my car, I thought

Tuesday, February 19, 2013 4:03 PM
Buy, buy, buy

By Mary Friedel-Hunt

You have been seeing hearts and flowers advertised since the day after Christmas. No sooner was the commercialism of that day gone, then out came the Valentines and as soon as those are gone, St. Patrick’s Day shamrocks and Easter bunnies will be filling the shelves of all the Walmarts, Walgreens and every other store. If the world of marketing, sales and media ruled the world (and it almost does) we will spend every dollar we earn on “stuff.” On the day after Thanksgiving and Dec. 26, crowds rush out to buy anything that is on sale, in case we

Tuesday, February 12, 2013 4:41 PM

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