Dissecting the Brick
With every piece I unveil and discover, I learn more about myself. Whether it’s ugly or beautiful, it’s almost always inspiring.
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Sometimes I Get Sappy
I got you, Mom. You can do this. Don’t worry. That’s what my son said to me as he looked up at his extremely uncomfortable and nervous mother. As I’m learning to fix things on my own around our house, I recently had to pull out my husband’s tall ladder to reach the peaks of …
The Comfort and Restrictions of our Grief
How does grief feel to you? Heavy bricks? A blanket wrapped around you? An endless tidal wave? Calm forest? I’ve heard all of those before. While widows can relate to one another, we still experience our grief and our loss individually. I often refer to grief as bricks when it gets heavy. I also believe …
I Am Not Okay (and that’s okay)
It’s not possible to be okay all the time.
That Distant, Pretty View
When everything crumbles around you, you see all the pieces that were hiding.
No More Blindfolds
The blindfolds are ripped off. Completely gone within one moment. That was the past and now we are here. Instantly. No choice.
Round and Round and Different It Goes
It doesn’t get easier. It doesn’t get harder. It keeps getting different.
White, Widowed, and Privileged
While I can control my own actions, I cannot choose how I’m labeled. I am white, widowed, and privileged. I can’t deny any of those.
What the Widowed Think About When They Talk About Love
It’s difficult to talk about love without the heaviness of loss pushing in. But we try.
Screaming Silence
It’s calm now. The chaos is subsiding.
And it’s silent. On the outside.