In the wake of my aunt's recent death, I am reminded of the importance of stories.

I made a promise to Mike on his deathbed.

The author Jamie Anderson says grief is unspent love. What on earth am I to do with that?

This week was earmarked for emotional turmoil.

Sometimes I forget just how traumatized I have been for all the losses I have experienced in the last 5 years.

Mike left us a pizza legacy.

Recently a friend asked me, not unkindly, whether I thought I could ever let go of Mike.

One thing I wondered after Mike passed: What do I do with my rings?

I was told that the second year would be worse than the first year. Really?

My life is challenging enough without me being me.

To tell or not to tell?

As it turns out, I am a little bit of a Mrs. Fix-It. Grudgingly and by circumstance.

Sometimes I make things awkward.

Are my best days really behind me now?

Mike always wanted to take his girls to New York City.

My husband always knew he would die young.

The other day, I was in a funk.

Mike and I felt pretty smug about ourselves during the pandemic.

Has anger been a part of my grief journey? How shall I put this? YES!

I lost more than my spouse when he died