I don’t know if it’s because I’ve become more tough since widowhood or simply because I’m older now. Or maybe it has to do with my menopause-fueled ability to unleash a fierce bitchiness that I simply didn’t possess in my younger years. It’s probably a combination of all of the…
I have a confession to make. It’s really quite embarrassing and terrible. I’m a bad widow. My husband’s online obituary page on tributes.com didn’t even have a photo of him—until now. Nearly 10 years later, I finally added one. (A special thanks to Emily at tributes.com for helping me with…
Losing your spouse changes your life in so many ways. The grief and pain are so horrific, it’s unimaginable and incomprehensible unless you’ve experienced it yourself. It’s hell, I can’t describe it any other way. And then, when you finally feel a bit better and want to start living life…
It seems that I’m always waiting for something in my life. Waiting for a situation to improve, waiting for better circumstances. Waiting for someone to do what I asked them to, or perhaps waiting for a specific event, or for the time to be just right for something. I have…