DREAM BIG. PERIOD. About a year after my husband passed, I was still going to his gravesite 2-3 times a week just to be with him. With a book and blanket in hand, I’d take a moment before sitting down ...
Table for One, Redefined: My Guide to Minimalist "Cooking" Trying to cook in my first year of grief was baffling. I used to find joy in cooking/baking and creating a dinner atmosphere for two. I also clearly remember that ...
Grief and trauma have a petrifying effect on the human body. I remember clearly in my first year of widowhood how difficult it was to just move. If I was on the floor, moving to the chair felt impossible. I ...
At 28 years old I was widowed, and at 32 I remarried. If I had a dime for every person who told me I would "rebound" back in my first year of widowhood, I would be able to pay off ...
When was the last time you laughed? Like really laughed, the kind of laughter that has you doubled over, with tears coming out of your eyes or until you had to pee – when was the last time you really ...
Back in May, I decided to go on a grief recovery retreat. In Alaska. In my typical dramatic fashion of doing anything worth doing, I figured that flying to Alaska would help me find some answers about how to move ...
FINDING YOU Just a few months after loss I decided to move out of state back to our Home town. I remember packing my kitchen with my friend and Pastor, Cami. She was carefully wrapping all of my serving dishes. ...
I bought a house. I bought it six months after losing Todd, the love of my life. I know, I know. Widows aren’t supposed to make any big decisions in the first year of widowhood. “Widow’s fog” and all that. ...
