The first Thanksgiving I spent with Jay, he was not yet my husband. We weren’t even dating. He and his family lived across the street from my grandma, and we had all gathered potluck style. Mostly, he had annoyed me. ...
I’ve been a widow for 3 years now. All you have to do is read any post on this site to know that this journey is one filled with sadness, pain, suffering, confusion, anger, and hope. You’ll find women with ...
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m not a good liar. I get all flushed and red in the face, I can’t make eye contact and inevitably I stumble over my own words in trying to make up a story ...
As I sit here pondering the meaning of August 30th, as National Grief Awareness Day, I can’t help but think about the meaning of grief. I have been a widow for just over two years and I can honestly say ...
There’s something about birthdays that call for reflection. I used to love my birthday and would declare the entire month of July my birthday month. I would treat myself for the whole month and tell anyone would tolerate me that ...