Maybe we don't talk about the dark days enough. Maybe we don't write about them enough. That early grief, that raw mourning. Maybe once we begin to move forward through our grief journey and time passes, we simply just don't ...
Rick and I were married on July 12, 1997. He died one month after our twentieth anniversary. This Friday will mark the second time I’ve spent our anniversary alone. In a way, it’s almost the third time, because on our ...
I’ve been having issues with impatience lately. I mean, I’ve always been one to want something done ASAP. In my late teens, I remember painting my parents’ living room in one day. The room had needed a new coat of ...
“Women are nearly twice as likely as men to be diagnosed with an anxiety disorder in their lifetime.” -ADAA, Anxiety and Depression Association of America. I found this website to be particularly helpful in many ways. They have a variety ...
June 23rd is recognized as International Widow's Day. It is not a day we celebrate, it is a day of honoring and bringing awareness to our widowed community. Every day is widow’s day to a widow. There is not one ...
For the past few months, life has been pretty good. I have my vision board in place, and lots of activities and plans and dreams for my future that keep me occupied. I’ve been writing up a storm, and was ...
Hey there, I know... IT SUCKS. I'm not going to sugarcoat widowhood for you in hopes that it'll make you feel better. That would just be rude. It sucks. Period. However, I recently celebrated- well, got through- the third year anniversary ...
I like my house now. I like living here alone. I like the comfort of my own home. I like the feeling I get when I pull in my garage and appreciate that I have a safe, warm, attractive place ...
“We’ll always have Paris.” This famous line from Casablanca said by the character Rick to his former lover Ilsa is one of the most memorable lines in cinematic history. It was filled with romance and poignancy - two lovers spending ...
Well, not really, but I believe my meaning is clear. It’s a lonely dark word that we – as a culture – don’t like or know what to do with. It’s like the proverbial bad penny. Nevertheless, I suddenly found this ...