I’m trying to decide if I’m lovable…What a weird concept right? When I say that though it’s not like I don’t have friends or I don’t have family that cares about me. I do. I have all of that. I ...
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To the widow who feels aged, out-of-date or useless in the dating game: You're not alone and here are a few tips that I've developed specifically for you...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 ...
The other night I happened to be in a jacuzzi with three men and a bottle of whiskey. You know, just a typical Sunday night for Yours Truly. As whiskey-laced conversations often go, ours became deeper with each pour. A ...
I think that anybody who has followed me from the start or takes the time to read my work will agree that my writings are an expression of true love, raw grief and an undying hope for a better tomorrow. This post is ...