My world shattered when I became a widow. I am now attempting to reassemble the broken shards into something damaged, fractured, and scarred, yet beautiful.
At some point after losing A, when I had begun to consider the possibility of dating again, I started to listen to the stories of others who had traveled that path before me. Some called their next loves their “chapter 2”, but that phrase never sat well with me. To me, a Chapter 2 would […]
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My past and present collided this week. Perhaps “collided” is too strong a word, because it implies force or an impact. When I think of a collision, I see destruction and violence. What happened to me wasn’t violent or destructive, but no less powerful. This is a rough time of year for me. Of course […]
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I’m typing this with only one completely functioning hand, so it’s slower going than usual. You see, I got myself into a bit of a sticky situation a few nights ago and ended up in the emergency room. Alone. The friends I’m staying with left for their first real vacation (well…mini vacation) in years. One […]
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Awhile back, I wrote about perception. Before that, I had explored the concept of “love goggles“. Recently, I went off island (I’m starting to sound more like a native already, aren’t I?) to attend a wedding of a dear, old friend to a dear new one, and found myself pondering both of these subjects again. […]
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Lately, I’ve been discussing dating and relationships at great length with my “uncoupled” friends. I’m purposely choosing a variation of Gwyneth Paltrow’s euphemism on being single because I’ve been talking to both widows and my “normie” divorced friends about the subject, so it’s less a widow thing and more a single woman thing. Dating for […]
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Hello, Friends: Although it began in 2014, I’d never heard of National Widows Day until a year after I had become one, and last year’s blog (through the link above) was my very small attempt to bring awareness to it. It had already been in existence a few weeks after my husband’s passing when it would […]
Read MoreFor those of you who know me, it probably won’t come as a surprise that I identify as being an ambivert. In case you’ve never heard the term before, for me it essentially means that I’m shy until I’m not. This past weekend, I had the incredible opportunity to attend Camp Widow. [If you or […]
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