Grief / Widowhood

  • The Firsts

    Anytime a loved one dies, there always seems to be a multitude of “lasts” that are grieved. In the case of my husband, I’ve rehearsed the “lasts” more times than I can count…the last time I heard his voice, the last time I felt his lips on mine, the last time we sat beside each…

  • Prison

    I’ve been in prison. No…not the literal type with the metal bars and barbed wire fencing. But, I’ve been in prison nonetheless. Not only have I been in prison, but I’ve been in shackles too. Barely able to move… My prison has been my home filled with pictures, smells, reminders of my sweet Chris who…

  • How are you doing?

    How are you doing? A question I hear most often these days. Sadly, I don’t know how to answer it…or, at least I don’t know how to answer it in ways that won’t send my questioner reeling with feelings of dread for even having asked the question to begin with. Generally, I respond with something…