As a widow, the thought of dating made my skin crawl. I couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone else to touch me, kiss me come hold me. Let alone be intimate with someone new. I said I would never date. Would ...
It’s 100% true that becoming a widow-especially at a young age- affects every single aspect of your life. All of it. Nothing is left untouched. We tend to focus on the big stuff. Raising the kids. Dealing with finances on ...
Remembering the first year after Todd died revives all of its raw, nearly physical pain. That year was a waking nightmare. Sometimes, another widow’s post or comment reminds me of the early weeks and months, and I hurt for her ...
Do you know that your husband still spends time around you? Do you know he loves you and is proud of you, and he guides you and encourages you regularly? Well I can tell you beyond a shadow of a ...
I am blessed to have two amazing love stories. And today, I honor them both. It is possible to love what was while loving what is. My late husband, Jared and I were blessed to spend 16 Valentine’s Days ...
I never really felt comfortable with the word “widow”, I guess I’m not really supposed to, right? Like, who wants that word to describe who they are? But it does describe an aspect of who I am. Actually, now I ...
Death sucks. Plain and simple, it just sucks. Solo parenting is not an easy task. You are on duty 24 hours a day 7 days a week. There's no one to take your child for a night or weekend ...
Let’s begin a discussion about death and grief and send that elephant out the door. To enable this, society requires an open dialogue that provides education and empathy regarding the true reality of the grief journey. A shift in the ...
Here we are, in some of the darkest days of the year. I know the days have begun to get incrementally longer since the solstice, but that change seems imperceptible. Cold weather keeps us inside, out of whatever meager, cloud-filtered ...
Well, it’s that time again. A time to reflect. A time to ponder. A time in my life that used to mean so much more, than it does now. It’s my birthday. The last day of the first month. January ...