As I walk in, I can feel the cold of the room being met with the warmth of the souls entering it. I find a seat and sit down. Staring towards a section of empty seats, I find myself ...
This is the first blog I’ve written in 7 months. Reason being is that this past year has been hard. In fact, it’s been hardest year I’ve ever had. And that includes the year Seth died. It’s been a hard ...
A lamentation is an expression of sorrowing, mourning, or regret. This blog is full of lamentations from widows. But it is also full of hope, hence the name “Hope for Widows”. I recently read a blog post about venting. ...
This week my baby girl started kindergarten. Such a big milestone. She’s been waiting for so long to get on that bus and be at school with the big kids. Three years to be exact. Since watching her brother step ...
Sacred Clubs This is a club no one wants to ever be in. The desperate heartache that rips through a new widow can not ever be explained or measured. The depth of this pain instantly draws compassion from all other ...
Imagining the unimaginable Music has always been important in my life. Certain kinds of music. Smooth jazz, jazz standards, music with Caribbean/African rhythms, Classical music and Christian worship music. My tastes are as eclectic as my taste in colors and ...
Living without him. This is something I'm still grappling with after all this time. Shortly after Mike died I remember thinking, "We're all so young. I still have so many years ahead of me, God-willing. How am I going to ...
I never would describe myself as strong. People have told me, "you are a strong woman". But I don't always see myself that way, but I should. I have survived one of my worst nightmares, my lowest low and fought ...
For me, Holy Week is bittersweet. This time of year always makes me miss my late husband even more. Easter has always been a special time in my family. And not having him here to celebrate this holiday is difficult. ...
A dream can tint my entire day. I’ve never had trouble remembering them either, and if I have time, I write them down. But, before this week, I rarely dreamt of Todd--maybe once a month. So many nights, I have ...