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 ...
Over the past few months I’ve taken a hiatus from writing about widowhood because life got in the way. But I continue to promote the importance of being #widowstrong on various social media platforms. For awhile, I felt like I ...
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. ...
Widow. A few days after my husband’s passing someone told me “well you are a widow now.” I remember thinking, “No, I’m young. We were special. We are still married.” It was so foreign to me. Widow. I refused to ...
After my husband George died in 2013, I turned to the internet. There were fit widows, super parent widows, fund-raising widows and grateful widows. I did not find any widows like me who were drowning themselves in Manhattans, Mad Men and ...
Recovering from grief takes time. I went to the movies by myself last week. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that. I couldn’t do it before because seeing the empty seat next to me was just too painful. ...
Cam was the one who taught me how to peel oranges. I remember spending an entire weekend at his Dad’s doing nothing but having orange peel offs. Our hands smelled of citrus for weeks. Honestly he always had a slight ...
My husband died a month and seven days ago. The New Year is unavoidable, and I’ll never see him again from 2013 onward. It’s the sad realization of life continues to push forward whether I want it to or not. ...