The other day, I went to a huge flea market. It’s a weekly event where you can find pretty much everything: junk, antiques, brand-new items, toys, clothes, food, fresh fruits and veggies, plants, live chickens… Yes, live chickens. The place is so big you could spend hours to see all…
Being a widow sucks in all kinds of ways. There’s dealing with constant tears, sadness, depression, new financial realities, loneliness, and the list goes on and on. I soon found out that losing my husband also meant losing a major part of my identity. Who was I now in this…
As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, the holiday season is a difficult time for me. And, to make matters worse, December is also the month in which my husband passed away. Now that I have another Thanksgiving, sadiversary, Christmas and New Year’s behind me, I feel relieved….