The words “generational trauma” are discussed in the national conversation of late. As many people open their minds about the long-term impact of our nation’s past, the subjugation of women and minorities, childhood poverty, interpersonal cruelty, and long wars on ...
“Maybe I shouldn’t write for other widows as my audience.” “Why not?” “Because my narrative isn’t about missing my husband and the tender moments we shared in the end. I feel like an atypical widow that way. ...
When Jared died, my entire world changed. It doesn't mean that my world can't be good, or that I can't be happy, or have a life filled with joy. It just means my world has changed. But until you have ...
Keeping Busy Sometimes I consider myself lucky that Matt died while things were not normal and still sort of shut down. It allowed me to hide away from the world and deal with my feelings or not deal with them. ...
Home is often described as a place where we find: 🏠 safety 🏠 security 🏠 stability But, what does home mean to you NOW? Prior to the death of a partner, we often took home for granted. It was the ...
For some widows, the idea of taking time out for oneself brings up dreaded thoughts of being alone. I for one, am the opposite. I’ve always enjoyed being alone with my thoughts and energy to reflect and ponder. Even as ...
***Please note this is not an article for advice – and is based on my experience and my experience alone** Dating scares me. It terrifies me. I have dipped my toe into it a few times after ...
It has been two years, ten months, twenty days, nineteen hours, and fifteen seconds since I have been a widow. I wish everyday that I could go back in time to the happiest days of my life. The good things; ...
I had a dream and it was one of those dreams that when you wake up, you cry because you realize it was a dream. Since Bryan's death, dreams have been what I pray for every night. I pray for ...
This Friday night will be my son’s senior night for football. A night for which he has worked so hard. A night he has earned. A night that will be bitter sweet. My late husband was my son‘s first ...