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.
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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I recently traveled to Maine for an annual girl’s weekend that has been happening since 1984, I believe. What initially began as my grandmother, aunts, and some friends deciding that a weekend at the beach was just what the doctor ordered, it has morphed into what can only be considered a fairly significant event involving […]
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A few days ago marked one year since my husband passed away, and my grown children and I, along with their significant others, got away for a few days to one of his favorite spots in Florida. I’ve heard this one-year point called every thing from “death anniversary” to “angelversary” to, as one crazy widow […]
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Years ago, I had an “incident” with a fun house barrel. A and I, along with my brother, his wife, and their two boys, had taken our girls to a local fair (years before our son was born or even thought about). The small town agricultural fair is pretty much tradition for anyone who grew up […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 