One thing I have learned about grief, is that you are damned if you do and damned if you don't. There is no right way to do grief. Only the way that is right for you. No matter what you ...
Your entire life changes the day your significant other dies. It starts with you going to sleep for the first time without them there. Maybe it’s in your parent’s house, maybe with your best friend sleeping in your bed. Maybe ...
"Have you lost your husband?" I had that question asked yesterday by a complete stranger. It was while visiting a home show, four pavilions with an endless supply of home building and improvement vendors. I was walking around by myself ...
Recently I had the opportunity to take part in a grief photo shoot. Sounds crazy, right? But actually it is one of the most therapeutic things I have done in my grief journey. When this opportunity was presented ...
Young grief is so rare and unique. A completely foreign matter to me until just recently. It’s not something you’re prepared to deal with at the fragile age of twenty-one. When God decides it’s time to call your loved ...
When Tim first passed away, I was numb. I went through the motions; making funeral arrangements, accepting condolences from friends and neighbors who stopped by and ultimately getting through the funeral service. That numbness stayed with me for at least ...
There are three inspirational women I’m looking to in 2020: Danelle Ballengee, Bethany Hamilton and Misty Copeland. Each month, between now and May I will be sharing about each of these power women. This month: Danelle Ballengee. Throughout my nine ...
When I gained the unwanted title of widow, I also gained the unwanted title of single mom. Correct that—solo parent. And I say I’m a solo parent because even 20 months after Seth passed away, I still don’t feel like ...
I am a remarried widow. I am blessed to have two amazing love stories. But being remarried is not easy. It takes a lot of work. A ton of grace. And an endless supply of compromise. I am not ...
As Valentine's Day approaches, I am reminded that my love story is different than most. My last husband isn’t here to buy me flowers, give me a special card, or bring me chocolates. As I think about the day of ...