“When you die and I move to Finland**” is often heard in the house where I live. Always from the friend I live with to her husband of 10 years. It is always said rather matter-of-fact and casual; “babe take ...
I was at a four-day writers’ conference this past weekend. It was supposed to be on a lake in northern Michigan, but due to COVID, it was on Zoom. That’s a lot of screen time, but it was worth it. ...
This Saturday was National Husband Appreciation Day. It was a day I want to celebrate. It is also a day that left me feeling very torn. As a remarried widow, I want to sing the praises of my new husband. ...
I've gone back and forth on dedicating an entire blog post to this, but I decided that my tolerance level for the following misconception is now non-existent, so a post was valid. Not to mention, the number of widows that ...
There are sacred places. Places that were mine and Jared’s. Places we made forever memories. Places that I have not visited since his death. Places I may never visit again. Although I think someday I would like to revisit ...
Does the pain ever go away? Is it OK to start dating? When will I feel better? These were the burning questions I had during those first 2 years after Dave died. And I wish I had all the best answers, ...
Today I saw a memory post that reminded me of an incident a few years ago. Something simple, that sent me down the rabbit hole of grief. Four years ago, my son came out to tell me his bathroom ...
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 ...
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 ...