The old-fashioned widow, the one that society pictures, is an asexual creature, draped in black, content to live on memories and a nice needlepoint project. But that’s the widow of yesteryear. Many of us are dating again looking for a ...
This blog post may seem a bit all over the place, however; bare with me. I have a lot of thoughts in my mind at this moment. As I sit in my condo looking out the window on this Christmas ...
When I was running a couple of weeks ago, I rubbed my thumb against my ring finger to wiggle my wedding band. I’ve been widowed for four years and stopped wearing my rings well over three years ago. The phantom ...
It didn’t hurt until it hurt. Like hot lava running in my veins. I balled up my fists and put a smile on. I knew it was coming. Eventually all feelings come full circle. This decision had been mine. Made ...
I used to love a boy named Phillip. He was nineteen and I was twenty-one. It was 2004 and we were both addicts together. He of drugs that had slangs I had never even heard of, and I of loveless sex and sexless love. ...
My birthday month. Sometimes fun. And sometimes tough. It was the summer of 2002. We started dating in June. July, the month I fell in love with you. After one year together, and eight long years apart. We started talking ...
To the widow who feels aged, out-of-date or useless in the dating game: You're not alone and here are a few tips that I've developed specifically for you... You’ve grieved long enough and cried enough tears to age yourself twenty ...
What really matters? I've asked this a hundred times over the last 3 years since my husband's diagnosis of cancer. Before he passed, in the early stages of cancer diagnosis shock, what mattered was fighting it. Our lives were consumed ...
I finally did it. I attended a wedding. And ... it was magical! I wrote a blog last year during the holidays about my issue with attending weddings. Attending weddings for me was non-existent. My fear was powerful...until now. I've ...