Being a remarried widow is tough. It’s hard to not compare my current situation to my present one. And honestly, it is something I rarely if ever do. My two loves are completely different people My late husband was the ...
The night Adrian left this world, I came home to an empty house. I could not sleep and found myself mindlessly pacing up and down the house until morning came. I wasn’t really sure what I was looking for. Although ...
Before I became a widow, self-care was an easy term that I used to describe my social outings, spa days, shopping and anything else that I wanted permission to do. In my life, self-care was a practice of joy and ...
Every time my son and I embark on an adventure, I wish my late husband was here. I never stop wishing for that. For him to be there.Instead, Steven and I will continue to make lifetime memories without Jared. Yes ...
I just returned from a fabulous, unforgettable honeymoon with my new husband. One I never imagined I’d take. When I married Jared in 2000, I never thought I have another husband. Another wedding. Another honeymoon. After Jared died, I assumed ...
"How are you? How are the kids?" Seems like you can’t get away from these everyday questions. The questions that seemed ordinary and mundane take on a whole new meaning when you become a widow. They are asked with pity, ...
Muddle: to act in a confused or aimless way Most days, I’m muddling through. I make mistakes. I forget to do things. I forget when trash day is. Or I just don’t take it out because it’s raining and I ...
The famous yogi saying “let go of what no longer serves you” was a mindset my heart could not comprehend, let alone understand, until a level of healing had happened in my grief journey. The day I was able to ...
One of the most painful questions widows tend to ask ourselves days, weeks, months, and even years after our spouse dies is, “what would we be doing right now if you were still here?” Even though I'm in the thick ...
Well, not really, but I believe my meaning is clear. It’s a lonely dark word that we – as a culture – don’t like or know what to do with. It’s like the proverbial bad penny. Nevertheless, I suddenly found this ...