Today I am wistful for a different time. For a time when I always knew exactly where I stood. For a time when I didn’t worry about everything. For a time when I knew beyond a doubt ...
Not too long ago, I was trying to explain to a friend how I don’t cry anymore. I don’t shed tears. It’s like my eyes have run out of tears after the death of my husband. I explained to my ...
Today I celebrate my 38th birthday and I’m reminded that it has also been 20 years (gasp!) since the very first birthday I celebrated with the kind young man who would become my husband. Turning 18 marked the beginning of ...
I miss the sounds of Rick. I never thought of myself as an “auditory” person. I’ve always been more visual: I love the written word; I love looking at photographs and art. Yes, I’ve always put music on the top ...
“And if you want me, you better speak up I won't wait So you better move fast Don't fool yourself in thinking you're more than a man 'Cause you'll probably end up dead Now, it's sixteen miles to the promised ...
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. ...
You’d think that the worst part of becoming a widow is, well, the obvious: losing your husband. If and when you actually become one, though, you are forced to learn that the physical loss of the man you exchanged ...