National Widows’ Day 2020

This will be the 4th year in a row I’ve blogged about National Widows’ Day, despite it being my 5th year as a potential participant  – in Year One post loss, I had no idea it even existed.  Most widows (and those who love them) don’t.  It’s one of those days that, unless it affects […]

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Ignorance is Bliss

This.  This series of photos you see show the face of a woman who is completely unaware that her world will drastically change merely 3 hours later.  These were taken exactly 4 years ago on this date, April 3rd, when A and I had spent some time on the beach while waiting for our daughter […]

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Letting Go and Losing It a Little

I’ve spoken publicly about loss, grieving, healing, and most recently finding love again after losing my spouse / best friend / partner.  You have learned far too much about not only grief and widowhood, but my private life, as well.  Far.  Too.  Much. However, whenever someone reaches out to me about something they’ve read on […]

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Pain in the Box

[Note: This is not my theory, but it spoke to me and I have taken it one step further.] There has been some recent buzzing online about a woman who shared the analogy her doctor had shared with her about grief.  Essentially, it explains that grief is a ball that resides within a box complete […]

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What I Learned at Camp Widow

For 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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Widows Are…

I’ve learned a great deal from the widowed community.  From those whom I know personally, and those whom I’ve met only virtually.  As a collective, we are many things.  Below are but a few: Widows are: Antisocial – Sometimes we just want to be left alone.  Grief can be a heavy burden, draining every ounce […]

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500 Days

Today marks Day 500 since I lost A.  Lost him.  Such a stupid phrase, when it feels more that he was ripped from our lives, his passing leaving jagged scars and empty spaces in our lives. 500 days.  That’s almost long enough to carry two babies to term.  It’s more than two-and-a half school years.  […]

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