I am celebrating a small, yet significant, victory this week: I stood up for myself without having to think it through first. When it was time to let another person know what I found acceptable or not, my response naturally ...
Following my late husband’s death, for some reason, I was filled with an intense desire to become a totally honest person. It’s not that I had a problem with honesty before Ray died. Well … maybe a little problem. After ...
I left Stanford University Hospital in the early evening the day my husband died. As I walked across the grounds surrounded by my children, I could see Hoover Bell Tower in the distance, the bells were ringing. I was numb ...
I recently learned that most animals in the wild run from a storm; however, not the buffalo. The buffalo will walk right into a storm and walk right through it. Let me explain how this can be applied to our ...
After my husband Ray died, I developed an illness that I refer to as the Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda" sickness. I believe that the cure for this disease is a pill I call Forgiveness. At first, I thought this was a ...
Before my husband Ray died, I used to "go along, to get along." In fact, I think I spent my life trying to please others. For example, I would do or say whatever I thought would make someone else's life ...
I heard a crash and than a thud and I ran screaming from the bedroom. In that moment I felt out of control and that my whole world seemed to end. The thud was the sound of my husband Ray ...
We as widows know all too well that life can be cut short, dreams don't always work out how we thought they would, and tomorrow never does come. For this reason I have decided to focus on love in 2015, ...