In one week, my new husband will arrive here in Florida. We will no longer have two homes, in two different states. We will no longer have a long distance marriage. We will finally be a married couple, living under ...
At some point during my first year of (at times) paralyzing grief, I sought out opportunities to address it. At no point did I feel like I hid from my grief. Because I knew my husband would die, I made ...
The mind of a solo parent is like a one legged duck trying to swim. I am in constant turmoil with what the right thing to say or do might be and my biggest concern is trying so hard to ...
I am organizing my house to make room for my new husband since he is planning to move here in two weeks. Finally, we will no longer have a long distance marriage. But reorganizing my home to start a life ...
I have been thinking about love. And how it changes. Changes people. Changes relationships. Changes over time. Love changed my life 21 years ago when I met Jared and again 2.5 years ago when I met Jon. Compared to ...
“Women are nearly twice as likely as men to be diagnosed with an anxiety disorder in their lifetime.” -ADAA, Anxiety and Depression Association of America. I found this website to be particularly helpful in many ways. They have a variety ...
A month ago my son turned 15 and received his driving permit. And now it is my responsibility to teach him how to drive. A job I would love for his dad to be able to do. When my husband ...
Holidays and milestones in life can be a trigger for grief. I am sure this weekend was especially difficult for most widows as it was fathers day. I also have my birthday this week and this year it is “milestone” ...
I hate Father's Day. As a solo widowed mom, Father's Day is one of the days I dread most. It's harder than his birthday. Harder than his angelversary. Harder than our wedding anniversary. Because it's a reminder that my son's ...
Father's Day is hard. The End. This could literally be this whole post and that would probably ring true to so many of you. My dad didn't live with us after I turned 9. He had, and still has, another ...