It’s weird and very random (or is it?), the things we remember from childhood. I have a vivid memory of driving in the car with my mom and my sisters when she told us she had now had her married ...
I am on my first vacation since the pandemic started it is also my first as a widow. I don't have the man that I choose as my forever shotgun rider anymore. I decided to go to Maine to see ...
I'm the me I'm supposed to be - at this moment. And, guess what? I don't want to be the person I once was. So, stop trying to fix me! I can no longer be that person. She was only ...
"No man (or woman) steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and (s)he's not the same (wo)man."--Heraclitus I live near the Green River, drive across it a few times a day, walk next to it ...
How to be a Bad A$$ Widow (hell yes that’s all capitalized, we’ve earned it) Tricia R. Kauffman Let me start off by saying I thought I was a bad ass/independent woman prior to all of this. I learned ...
Father’s Day. For any widow with children, this is not an easy day. Especially for a young widow, with young kids who don’t get the chance to grow up with their dad by their side. It’s a day for grilling ...
We all take care of our homes like it's our child. We invest time and energy; we make sure our homes get the best of everything and look the best. It's only fair that we feel attached to the place ...
I want to start by saying that I'm a firm believer that not everything has to happen "for a reason." I think that cliché is incredibly insensitive to anyone who has gone through something as soul-crushingly awful as losing a ...
Grief is hard. And strange. And unpredictable. Just when I think I’ve figured this journey out, even just a little bit, it takes a turn and smacks me in the face with a new wave of emotion and reality. Always ...
Writing doesn't come easy for me. I wish it did. I am envious of those people that can write down their thoughts in a flowing, coherent and reflective way without second-guessing or heavily editing. Maybe someday I’ll get there. When ...