The doctor told me the stone measured almost one centimeter in diameter. I sat there as tears slipped quietly down my face. I didn’t cry or wail or sob or bawl or howl or whimper or dissolve into hysterics. He ...
I’m exhausted. I woke up this morning ready for work – I work remotely from home, thank goodness. And I didn’t have bus duty for my three kids this morning which usually has me up by 6 a.m. and outside ...
The older my sons get, the more aware they are of the void in their lives created by their Daddy's passing. Today my oldest participated in a capture the flag match led by the father of some of his classmates. ...
This time last year, I had a feeling that things might be different for me a year from then. I didn't know how, but I made sure to make a mental note about how different things were going to be. ...
It is so challenging to be a young widow raising children alone. It is a lonely demographic and bearing that title can leave you feeling displaced. A little "Googling" online concludes that about 7% of the population age 18 and ...
I’ll be honest, I’m struggling with writing this blog. And not because the words aren’t there to be said, and not because I don’t want to be part of this amazing community. But because it is so hard being a ...
To our non-widowed, coupled friends - please read: I hate that this is even a thing, but every so often, it needs to be said. Your husband goes hunting and is gone for a few days...that does not make you ...
My youngest son was 16 months old when his father died. Young enough to only speak a few words, and too young to form lasting memories. Yet, the grief experts, and the mothers of grieving kids all know this truth: ...
It's true that in life, oftentimes people don't really listen just to listen - they listen to reply. A person might be speaking something aloud and instead of absorbing what is being said, the "listener" is in their head, formulating ...