I will be entering my final year in my 40s in a few days, and I have been filled with dread/ anxiety/ concern….

Like a fine gossamer You are a sticky mesh

These perimenopausal days of mine somehow feel like pivotal times in a way that is different from the ground shift that came with widowhood.

How my grief has made me small... and how I have grown back into myself.

The nature of my combined losses makes it so that my alone-ness is amplified by life's curveballs.

It has taken me over 2 years, but I have finally begun to go through Mike's things.

Reflections on this slower pace of living I have chosen.

Being haunted by you sometimes feels better than the permanence of your absence.

Two years later, and it seems there are still those who do not know....

On parenting grieving kids.. 2 years later.

A friend said to me recently, "You take a lot of photos. Are they for Instagram?"

Reflections on a memory

How am I surviving the holidays?

Growing up, Christmas was always my favorite holiday. It meant my family would be together. I was the youngest of four children, so much...

I am not usually a sentimental person, but...

How I have been doing these last few days (and weeks)

My latest letter to Mike.

Yes, I almost died. But hey, I am still here! Thank God.

Reflections on losing someone I have complicated feelings for.

My first and final attempt at writing about Mike's death.