"Take your time...do it right...we can do it..." S.O.S Band "Stop pressuring me!" Michael Jackson Not just song lyrics...these phrases should be the mantra of every widow and widower on this planet. But in this world where everything has to ...
Growing up, when my mother would start baking my siblings and I would get so excited. The sweetness of fresh baked cookies swirling throughout the halls of the house, and dancing into our nostrils and pulling us to the kitchen. ...
It has been one year since Jerry died. 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. It feels like it just happened, yet feels like forever since I last saw him, held him, kissed him. I want to share my knowledge of ...
After my husband George died in 2013, I turned to the internet. There were fit widows, super parent widows, fund-raising widows and grateful widows. I did not find any widows like me who were drowning themselves in Manhattans, Mad Men and ...
They were right. The second year of grief is worse. No longer in shock, no longer drowning in tears. I’m no longer numb to my new reality. The hurt runs deeper, it cuts more. I’ll have flashbacks of the first ...
Recovering from grief takes time. I went to the movies by myself last week. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that. I couldn’t do it before because seeing the empty seat next to me was just too painful. ...
I’m going to jump straight in on the Widow Diet. We discuss the importance of self-care, but nutrition is a vital and important component of the big picture. We've heard the buzz words of macronutrients: Carbohydrates, Protein, Fats, and Alcohol. ...
If you have a grieving friend, today I am asking you to give them permission to feel. Give them the space and the freedom to experience and express all of the ugliness of loss. Sit with them in their discomfort. ...
Next month will be a year that Jerry is gone. I am going through this month keeping busy subconsciously, because I think I need to avoid the triggers. It was this month last year that Chemotherapy started, and how horrible ...
Cam was the one who taught me how to peel oranges. I remember spending an entire weekend at his Dad’s doing nothing but having orange peel offs. Our hands smelled of citrus for weeks. Honestly he always had a slight ...