Deep Impact

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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Stuck in the Middle

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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Leaving the Harbor

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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Journey of a Thousand Miles

So, it’s been a few weeks since I packed my car and drove 1,000+ miles to do some more healing, and to rediscover who I am on my own with my husband’s urn and the teddy bear my children gave me last Mother’s Day buckled in the passenger seat. Perhaps it’s actually discovery, rather than rediscovery, […]

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Finding Myself

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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National Widows Day 2018

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 […]

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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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