At one point in the now-distant past, I became a certified yoga instructor. At the same time, Bret got his personal trainer certification, and the two of us were offered jobs at the same gym in San Antonio. Strife always ...
A gentleman with whom I was having a conversation the other day was lamenting the sale of his old car. He was saying things like how silly it was of him to have these kinds of feelings about a car, ...
What hobbies or interests have you found difficult to do that you enjoyed before your husband died? Or maybe you don't feel like doing them at all. It's common for widows to loose interest in things we enjoyed before ...
When I was a newer widow, I heard from some other widows that their 2nd year was harder than their 1st. Maybe you've heard this too. I'm happy to tell y'all, that isn't always the case! For me, the 2nd ...
Dear New Widow, I am so sorry that this loss of your husband has happened. I am sorry for all the pain and all the many long days ahead for you. I am sorry that life involves losing ...
Those trusty Facebook Memories hit me upside the head again today. These were really good memories, though; it wasn't anything that should've been upsetting. It was a recollection, rather, of how I was feeling during that good time. Sure, I ...
Loss has many faces. I thought it was just my husband’s face—the man I love and miss so dearly. It turns out loss is so much more. It’s the faces of those who left to join him—in my case… my ...
A cute little coffee cafe opened in my neighborhood today. I love local coffee shops. I enjoy seeing the unique personalities the owner brings to each through the décor, the homemade or locally made pastries, and of course the coffee. ...
Not all that long ago, I was told by a co-worker, in so many words, that my positivity is "too much" for him. "I don't need you to be so positive around me," he said. I was almost speechless for ...
June 8 would have been 13 years of marriage. It is the 5th anniversary without my husband. Odd how the experience of that date changes. The first year.... I remember the agony of anticipating experiencing our youngest son's 2nd birthday,Father's ...