At one point in the now-distant past, I became a certified yoga instructor. At the same time, Bret got his personal trainer certification, and the two of us were offered jobs at the same gym in San Antonio. Strife always ...
A gentleman with whom I was having a conversation the other day was lamenting the sale of his old car. He was saying things like how silly it was of him to have these kinds of feelings about a car, ...
When I first started blogging about my new life as a widow - a relatively young one at that - I wrote a lot about dating and relationships. There was a reason for that, and that reason was that I ...
Those trusty Facebook Memories hit me upside the head again today. These were really good memories, though; it wasn't anything that should've been upsetting. It was a recollection, rather, of how I was feeling during that good time. Sure, I ...
Not all that long ago, I was told by a co-worker, in so many words, that my positivity is "too much" for him. "I don't need you to be so positive around me," he said. I was almost speechless for ...
After becoming widowed, I realized I was mourning a lot more than the death of my husband. I was mourning the other things that he and his mental illness took from me. Yes, my husband took a lot from me, ...
Browsing one of my online support groups the other day, I saw the post. The one the new widow makes, where everything is fresh and brand new. We are able to articulate and write things out (I don't know how), ...
I'm still a widow and will always be one. Even if I remarry, it will not erase the fact that I had once been widowed. It's been so long now, though, that I don't even "feel" like a widow anymore ...
People still get taken aback when I tell them that my husband took his own life. I work in the hospitality industry, and people like to talk. They like to chit-chat and ask questions. When they get to the part ...
