I remember the day when Eric texted me the following date: “March 1st, 2019.” My response was: “Is that the day you’re quitting your job?” His response was: “Yes.” His reasoning was that he would turn 50 on February 3rd, ...
There are small, delicate moments scattered in each day. Moments that make life livable. Moments that remind you that you need to take a deep breath. That all your breathing and existing up to that point has been rapid, shallow, ...
I vividly remember the last time I stepped foot in the space I once called home...That beautiful house on Maybank Court in Gahanna that had held so much love and warmth, quickly evolved into four lonely walls and a roof ...
"The Towel Hug" One day, while I was getting out of the shower and grabbing my towel, I was feeling the weight of widowhood worse than usual. Instead of drying off right away, I wrapped my towel around my upper ...
Finding the Right Pair of Jeans I have found that finding the right therapist is analogous to the process of finding the right pair of jeans. It’s an arduous task and the hunt can seem endless and take years. Each ...
Yesterday marked 17 months since my husband died. So much has changed in my life since then. I’ve grieved, and grieved, and grieved some more. I’ve worked through the grief, written through the grief, talked to my grief counselor, cried ...
I have written previously about how after losing Pat i was in a fog. I am sure most of you know what i am talking about. It is never more noticeable than when you start waking up to life. When ...
I am a widow au naturelle. Yep, doing it on my own. I don’t have a therapist, and I suspect options in my small town would be limited. Actually, I haven’t even looked into finding one because that would require ...
I’m not a woman who goes to marches and stands in front of elected officials’ offices demanding things. I’m not a woman who refuses to go into Walmart because of claims that some kid in a foreign country may have ...
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 ...