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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In case you don’t know (although I’m fairly certain most of you probably do) Facebook has an “On This Day” function, which basically shows you photos and updates that you’ve posted in previous years on a particular date. Since A passed, this has been one of the things I look forward to most each day. […]
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At some point, we all need to fly on our own.
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Becoming a Widow… Makes you feel like an outsider Like being the one black crayon in a world full of brightly colored markers. Makes you feel incompetent Like trying to eat rice with one chopstick from a spinning plate. Makes you feel powerless Like being blindfolded and placed backwards on a roller coaster. Drunk. Makes […]
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Many Faces of Cheri G 