I used to love a boy named Phillip. He was nineteen and I was twenty-one. It was 2004 and we were both addicts together. He of drugs that had slangs I had never even heard of, and I of loveless sex and sexless love. It was a hot month both literally and figuratively. Summer had ...
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My birthday month. Sometimes fun. And sometimes tough. It was the summer of 2002. We started dating in June. July, the month I fell in love with you. After one year together, and eight long years apart. We started talking again via email and text. We knew right away. Always ...
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What really matters? I've asked this a hundred times over the last 3 years since my husband's diagnosis of cancer. Before he passed, in the early stages of cancer diagnosis shock, what mattered was fighting it. Our lives were consumed with appointments and treatments and side effects. I didn't even ...
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I finally did it. I attended a wedding. And ... it was magical! I wrote a blog last year during the holidays about my issue with attending weddings. Attending weddings for me was non-existent. My fear was powerful...until now. I've documented my experience below as a follow-up to my article: ...
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