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, ...
My husband passed away the Monday before Thanksgiving. It was also the week of my ten-year high school reunion. I wasn’t thankful for anything, and I wasn’t going to rekindle friendships with anyone. Instead, I found myself talking to the ...
“You should really consider coming to Bereavement Yoga,” My grief counselor suggested. She hung on the word 'really' for an uncomfortable amount of time while grinning. I finished explaining to her my mixed emotions about my upcoming move. My husband ...