Do you ever find it harder than you expected to help another widow? Don’t get me wrong, I think there is an incredible unspoken sort of connection among widows because only those who have experienced this kind of pain can ...
It has been an interesting journey, to say the least, over the last two years as I've been learning how to truly walk with God in my daily life as a widow, a mom, and a leader. It hasn't been ...
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 ...
As long as there weren’t any traffic snags, I knew I could drop the kids off at school and still make it to the McDonald’s restroom down the street in the nick of time, without crapping my pants. From there ...
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, ...
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 ...
Whiskeytown Lake at sunset. It’s been almost seven years since Jay passed. Life looks nothing like it did. I’ve lived in five different states, worked in the public sector, higher education, the medical field, and currently I write for a ...
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 ...
I’ve been under the weather for a couple of weeks, so I’ve had a lot of time to sit around reading and watching TikToks. I can’t recall now what I was reading, but something jumped out at me, a term ...
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 ...