For ten months I have driven by Lou Berliner Sports Park on the way to the gym in a haze of sadness, anger, and anxious curiosity. Each time my car exits onto Greenlawn, my stomach starts turning and the gnawing ...
I think that I have known for some time; but have not been able to put it into words until recently. I have had this gnawing pull to really explore the definition of grieving. This pull has come up from ...
Guys. Parenting is freaking hard. I vividly remember that evening in late August when two pink lines (and later a Clearblue “pregnant”) revealed that Nate and I had created life together and would soon be entering the unknown chapter of ...
Since becoming a widow, I inadvertently learned a new emotional vocabulary. One of which I didn’t know even existed. Words such as survivor’s guilt, solo parenting, grief triggers, and duality would have carried zero weight in my life had I ...
On the way home the other night, I was asked out by my uber driver. No, that is not the intro to a bad joke, it actually happened. Romance at its finest, right? I literally laughed out loud. And then ...
I am only in the beginning of my second year being a widow. The first year is all about the mountain of “firsts” that one has to get through, the obvious ones: first Christmas, Thanksgiving, every other holiday, birthdays, anniversaries. ...
Love. As famous poet, Alfred Lord Tennyson once said, "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all". In the past almost ten months, I have battled with this idea. I had felt love. Before ...
Words have always held a majestic place in my life. If you ask my mom, she would say that it started when I began to speak…. apparently I wouldn’t shut up after I started. It progressed with reading at an ...