The Power of the Dog is a movie that was a contender for Best Picture at this year’s Oscars. However, I am not writing about that power of the dog. Instead, I am writing about the power of a little ...
I remember first learning of National Widows Day during my second year of widowhood. I was on vacation to Maui and I remember thinking it was an excellent spot for such an observance. Our little family had gone to Maui ...
Very few books about caring for widows have been written, but the Bible has about eighty direct references to widows. Widows are mentioned when you read the books by Moses and the prophets, the Psalms, the Proverbs, the four Gospels, ...
This past week while out for drinks with some co-workers one was pressuring me about moving on and dating. When I said I was happy alone they would not stop. I made the point that I was single by choice. ...
Last Sunday was Easter and I was doing everything in my power to make it perfect for my grandma. Every holiday, since she went on hospice, has been this way. In my mind, I think this could be the last ...
I celebrated our 2nd Easter without my husband this year. While this year was drastically different than our first one, I decided to add a step to the holiday grief cycle—Juggling. Being widowed during the holidays is a juggling act. ...
On this day, sixteen years ago, sitting about three miles from where I am now, I logged into MySpace and my world forever changed. This was the day that some guy in California, who had friended me a few days ...
It is Tuesday morning and I am anxiously awaiting one of the last episodes of This Is Us tonight. From the moment I was introduced to the “Big Three”, I was hooked. I love the storyline of all of these ...
Growing up I played with Barbie and Ken and all I wanted was the pink corvette, and Ken. As I played with my Barbie doll and changed her clothes, I imagined my life and what it would be like. What ...
Easter is upon us, and as with all holidays, I am struggling a bit more than usual. It’s like the ache that is always there, just under the surface of everything, bubbles up to the top. The hurt becomes a ...