A Keeping It Real Post How is everyone holding up? Shit got real, fast, didn't it? I'm on Day 13 of isolation and won't lie; it's getting to me. I've already survived the worst thing in the world, so this is just something else to get through. But that knowledge doesn't … [Read more...] about A Widow’s Guide to Self-Isolation: Widow to Widow
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Social Distancing and Widowhood (Do The Right Thing)
A Keeping It Real Post Y'all know I'm a bit of a travel addict. Social distancing has given me cabin fever, but I've chosen to help flatten the curve, and all my travel plans are on hold for now. Over the last three months, I've engaged in conversations about travel and … [Read more...] about Social Distancing and Widowhood (Do The Right Thing)
When Love was Complicated, the Grief is Too
A Keeping It Real Post In the last 48 hours, the world's reaction to the news of Kobe Bryant's tragic death has gone from shock to sadness to anger. Many rape survivors are understandably angry at the collective outpouring of grief for this man, who seems to have gotten … [Read more...] about When Love was Complicated, the Grief is Too
Widowhood Stole My Identity. I’m Throwing Off the Shackles and Taking It Back.
"I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me. They, and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could." Veronica Roth, Allegiant A Keeping It Real Post When your husband dies, he takes part of you with him. I'm not … [Read more...] about Widowhood Stole My Identity. I’m Throwing Off the Shackles and Taking It Back.
A Letter To Myself on New Year’s Eve 2019
For all of the trouble you've been through The blessings doubled just for you, the best is yet to come Today is the first day of the best days of your life You ain't seen nothing yet. Frank Sinatra, The Best Is Yet To Come A Keeping It Real Post I know. Everyone … [Read more...] about A Letter To Myself on New Year’s Eve 2019
Funerals, Gratitude, and the End of A Journey
A Keeping It Real Post This week I attended my first funeral since D's. For those of you keeping track, it's been over three years. I don't remember much about his funeral. It was a week after he died. I remember stressing about the fact his ashes weren't back from the … [Read more...] about Funerals, Gratitude, and the End of A Journey