Hope for Widows Foundation is excited to share their new partnership with Sanity & Self. Sometimes a little self-care is all you need. It's time to take care of YOU. Sanity & Self is a guided wellness women ...
I dropped a handful of Todd’s socks from his sock drawer on the bed, tears welling in my eyes. I tried not to think about what I was doing or why. My sister in law had asked me weeks ...
When my husband’s beautiful life left his permanently sleeping body on September 29th, 2016, he was 47 years and 239 days old. On Sunday, July 8th, 2018, I stood on the bank of a creek along a hiking trail at ...
I am currently sitting in the waiting area of Nelson’s Journey, a local charity that supports children through bereavement. We first made contact with them for my son almost 5 years ago. He never met his dad because he ...
After I hit the one year mark of my husband’s passing, my girls and I commemorated it with a shared experience…a representation of our family of 4, as it was. I remember that day being one of peace, and while ...
Six months after my husband passed away, I sold our family home and moved into the city to eliminate my 45 minute daily commute to work. I’m not really an interior decorator kind of girl, so the remaining hodge-podge collection ...
Your “Chapter Two” they call it in the Widow/Widower world. It is when you find love again after the loss of your spouse. I didn’t understand how that could even be possible. I did speak with some widows that found ...
Since my husband died nine months ago, I’ve been attempting to find my new normal. Like all widows, I’m still getting used to living alone and adjusting to life without my partner, trying to balance taking care of my usual ...
I just ate a Slim Jim and started to cry. How can eating a dried meat stick bring back painful memories? How do the most innocuous acts trigger grief and pain and sadness? Is there anything that won’t remind me ...
I got a dumb tattoo in a dumb spot when I was 18 years old. This was before tattoos were in vogue like they are now. I swore that I’d never do it again. One bad permanent decision was enough. ...