Yesterday I woke up prepared for the worst. It was the eighth anniversary of losing Rick to lung cancer. But I realized that, as the years go by, the major events aren’t as painful as the loss of the little ...
Where does our love go now that our person is gone? My love flows in each hug and kiss from my daughter and grandchildren. Each “Nanny, I love you” fills my heart and spills my love in bubbly, overflowing waves. ...
Dear Bret, It's been a while since I wrote you a letter, and after I made the suggestion for other widows to write letters to their late partners, I decided to do the same. You've been gone now for over ...
One of the Hope for Widows sisters used the word “bittersweet” to describe what she was feeling. I hate labels. I always have. I dislike being called “a widow.” I live with it because it is a fact. I still ...
I’ve always asked questions—lots of them! I’m not one to conform; I’m quite the rebel, always eager to know why. Barrie found this amusing and often remarked on my insatiable curiosity. When we first met, most of our conversations revolved ...
In the eight years since Rick’s been gone, I’ve tried dating and managed to find three men who were potential partners. Yet, here I sit alone again, mulling over what went wrong with each budding relationship. One moved out of ...
I looked the definition of quirky up in the dictionary because I wanted to find a word that described my love, friend and soul mate. According to the Cambridge Online English dictionary it means “unusual in an attractive and interesting ...
In my writing course this week, we studied a poem by a poet named Li-Young Li. It was about devouring peaches and “taking what we love inside.” When the instructor recited a line from the poem - There are days ...
I've been excited about my latest adventure. The local library invited me to have a table with my books at their annual local author fair. I’ve never done it before - never even considered it, mostly because I never considered ...
I’m new to this, yet I’m not. I’m a teacher so I’m used to writing. I’ve been writing most of my life. I mostly write and then eventually throw my writing away, except the journals on my travels. I also ...