I will never forget the first time I saw my dad cry. I was nine years old, and my great-uncle passed away. Here the strongest man I knew, the rock of my life, sat in his chair, staring out ...
When I gained the unwanted title of widow, I also gained the unwanted title of single mom. Correct that—solo parent. And I say I’m a solo parent because even 20 months after Seth passed away, I still don’t feel like ...