One evening my friend (who became my husband) and I were sitting in his dorm room getting ready to go to the end of semester banquet. He looked at me and said, I like you. I laughed and said, ...
Welcome to the Hope for Widows Foundation New Website Hope for Widows Foundation launches new website. The Directors have the heart, understanding and the commitment that it takes to serve our growing community. The website update has been close to ...
Most of my friends are people that I have never met. They live in my phone and anytime I need something, they are always only a couple of clicks away. That is the beauty of technology. And social media. If ...
Baby steps. Open your eyes. That’s one. Get out of bed. That’s two. Breathe. That’s three. This is how it has to be in the beginning. Gentle and unassuming because grief is not. The cycle is exhausting, it tries to ...
“Mommy, there are pilots at the door.” Those seven words, those simple syllables, they changed everything. When I came to, I made the necessary phone calls, at first it came out as a whisper and ...
Lately I have been sucked into a very intense grief storm. Every time I think I can breathe again, another wave comes crashing in. Even after reaching out and utilizing my resources, ...
Those pesky “on this day seven years ago” Facebook running reminders are torturous. On this day seven years ago I was at the Brooklyn Arts Museum with my husband. We weren’t married or engaged at the time, but dating. We'd ...
Growing up, I’d sleep with the hallway light on to be safe from the monsters of darkness.When I was four, five or six years old if I heard a stir, real or not, I’d climb out of bed and pitter-patter ...
Everyone keeps asking me if I got laid last weekend at Camp Widow West Coast. No. I did not. Feel free to stop reading this if you feel the contents of this sex-less blog will no longer interest you. No, ...