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, ...
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Those nights, the dreadful, pain wincing nights staring up at the vast whiteness of the ceiling listening to the sweet low breaths of my dog Bodie. In the days immediately after my husband George died, I would stay up crying ...
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I can’t remember when I heard the phrase “Chapter 2” for the first time. I believe it was on a Facebook page dedicated to supporting the widowed community. A widow lamented that she’d never find another man to love her ...
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