Last night I spent a good hour reading the letters I had written Nate in the first few weeks after he died. The truth is, those days are such a blur...When I look back at his visitation hours and funeral, ...
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. ...