As a writer, I spend a lot of time alone, and a lot of time thinking - mostly contemplating life. Tonight, the holiday dinner is over, the kids and grandkids are all off on their merry way, and I sit ...
I was once a firm believer in miracles. But then my life became tumultuous, culminating eventually with my husband unaliving himself. I had seen him pull through a life-threatening illness. I had seen him rise above multiple personal and legal ...
Over the years, in various blogs, I have shared that my late husband, Bret, wasn't exactly the easiest person to be around. Oh, sure he could absolutely be the life of the party. But at home, with no one new ...
The loss of a beloved partner is devasting and when my husband, Monty, was killed I wanted answers. Almost two years later, the answer to my initial question of “WHY?” is still elusive. After the widow’s fog lifted, even more ...
What is a Glimmer? Glimmers are small moments of joy or peace that arise from appreciating simple things like the colors of a rainbow, the scent of a flower, or the sound of the rain. Glimmers and triggers are opposites in ...
This is just as much a reminder to myself as it is to anyone else who may benefit. As of yesterday, it was six years since I joined this sad little club of ours. It hit me so much harder ...
As I sit here, reflecting on the year that has passed, I realized how alone I feel. Sure, I have lots of loved ones in my life - and many, many people I can count on to be there for ...
For a couple years after my husband died, grief completely overtook my life. I was in a pain-filled fog. I thought about him around the clock. There were memories of his loss everywhere - in my home, my life, my ...
A new way of looking at setbacks. We all know the idea of taking two steps forward, then three steps back, or whatever other number combinations you can think of. (Paula Abdul even sang about it!) This concept says ...
Once you become widowed and see just how awful people can be following your loss, sometimes one might think that particular brand of ugliness is directed just to us and our new stations in life. Maybe I'm just too sensitive ...