Six months after my husband passed away, I sold our family home and moved into the city to eliminate my 45 minute daily commute to work. I’m not really an interior decorator kind of girl, so the remaining hodge-podge collection ...
Since my husband died nine months ago, I’ve been attempting to find my new normal. Like all widows, I’m still getting used to living alone and adjusting to life without my partner, trying to balance taking care of my usual ...
WARNING: Lame attempt at grief-ridden humor I hope some of these will make you laugh. I have no doubt that many, if not all, are relatable on some level. One of the few things that I’ve been able to rely ...
The old-fashioned widow, the one that society pictures, is an asexual creature, draped in black, content to live on memories and a nice needlepoint project. But that’s the widow of yesteryear. Many of us are dating again looking for a ...
It has been one year since Jerry died. 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. It feels like it just happened, yet feels like forever since I last saw him, held him, kissed him. I want to share my knowledge of ...
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 ...
They were right. The second year of grief is worse. No longer in shock, no longer drowning in tears. I’m no longer numb to my new reality. The hurt runs deeper, it cuts more. I’ll have flashbacks of the first ...
As far as grandmas go, mine was pretty cool. When I was young, there were so many ways I hoped to grow up like her. There was one way I did not – becoming a young widow. I was 45 ...