Messy Mornings: 3 Choices I Have Each Day Early in my personal grief journey, sometimes one of the hardest times of the day was freshly waking up. A healthy deep sleep seemed to whisk me away into some sense ...
Being a widow with young children is one of the most challenging experiences anyone can face. It can be hard to find hope and joy when going through such a profound loss, but building emotional resilience is going to be ...
What are secondary losses? Professionals whom counsel regarding grief and loss often use a term called “secondary losses” to describe the losses experienced in addition to and because of the death of your loved one. For example, not just losing ...
I know that being resentful isn't the best personality trait, but I feel it rear its ugly head sometimes. My husband Bret lost a battle to a lifetime of mental health struggles. Even though it was suicide, carried out in ...
The musical "Hamilton" is filled with incredible songs. In fact, that’s a large part of why it gained popularity so soon after its debut. It put a fresh spin on a critical part of American history. It shared the legacy ...
Not too long into my own widowhood journey, I noticed something that happens once the newness of our loss has worn off for everyone but us: many of my friends, most of my lovely, wonderful support group had all but ...
Today is National Widows Day. Ten years ago I had never heard of this day. Then my late husband died. And for the last 9 years this has been a day that I know all too well. Widowhood is a ...
It isn’t black veils over gray hair. It isn’t wrinkly hands clasped in front of them standing at the cemetery. It isn’t (always) a 90 year old staring out the window at gloomy clouds day after day. There is no ...
I am a firm believer in signs. Angels, messages, and even visits from the departed - I believe in it all. I have touched on these little signs and visits in other blogs, but when it happens again, I feel ...
Ever since I was a kid in school, Sundays haven't typically been a favorite. Sunday meant my weekend was over. It meant an earlier bedtime and getting up entirely too early the next day. This attitude continued through adulthood, but ...