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 ...
I am a widow. I never wanted to be a young widow. I never wanted to bury my 37-year-old husband. When Jared first died, I loathed the word widow. It made my skin crawl. I did not want to be ...