In our grief journeys, it's all too easy to look past things that might be considered "miracles" or "miraculous" in our lives. One thing that really helped put things into perspective for me was recalling the victories my late husband ...
“Do you regret it?” An ex-girlfriend asked me while we lounged shoulder to shoulder on her couch. A Dungeons and Dragons podcast playing in the background. We were eating junk food and for a split second, I thought she was ...
We are all Soldiers Marching in this New Army. We did not get excited and go into our Local Recruiting office to enlist. We did not ask for this! We were chosen for this army. We are soldiers in this ...
Pour it out…We all need those people in our lives that are there to support and love us in our deepest darkest moments. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I refuse to be sad about not having my love this year. ...
Ahhhh, February….the month of love. Stores are filled with reminders of this day. Red hearts are everywhere. The Hallmark Channel is celebrating Loveuary. As widows, this can be a difficult holiday. One where we remember receiving sweet words, beautiful flowers, ...
Life isn't usually the fairy tale that we all hoped for as children, and that's okay. Most of us are realists and never expected life to be Prince Charming, glass slippers and pumpkins that turn into carriages. (As cool as ...
One of my new favorite shows, 1883, has the characters saying some memorable lines. But a discussion about grief in the last episode left me sobbing in a way I haven’t in a while. It was that pleasure/pain kind of ...
My heart broke a bit this weekend in an unexpected way. We had a pretty ice storm on Friday, and I was walking around taking pictures, and then as I was feeding, I took a picture of the clouds at ...
I recently read an article by John Piper called “Don’t Waste Your Cancer”. It really got me to thinking. I don’t want to waste my husband’s cancer. His first point was: You will waste your cancer if you do ...
I read a lot as a kid. Mom and I would always go to the public library and spend the afternoon. She would wander through aisles of Dean Koontz, Stephen King and the occasional Danielle Steele or Harlequinn. I was ...