The first Thanksgiving I spent with Jay, he was not yet my husband. We weren’t even dating. He and his family lived across the street from my grandma, and we had all gathered potluck style. Mostly, he had annoyed me. ...
You would never think that grief and humor go together. But sometimes they do. It’s been ten years since my husband died. My daughters, who were so young back then, have grown into beautiful young adults. The three of us ...
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 ...
Solo Parent? “I can’t imagine what it will be like to be a single parent.” A friend said this to me at lunch only a few weeks after my husband died suddenly from a heart attack. I think I just ...
When my late husband died eight years ago, it not only changed me, it changed the way I parent our son. My husband and I had always been a team. We double teamed parenting. Bounced ideas off each other. Reassured ...