
It took me a long time but this summer I finally said, “I miss my kids.” What kind of mother doesn’t miss her kids? I guess…
It took me a long time but this summer I finally said, “I miss my kids.” What kind of mother doesn’t miss her kids? I guess…
My father died over the winter. He had a very short bout with pancreatic cancer and then passed away. Losing a parent is heartbreaking. I have…
I began my blog, The Widow Wears Pink, without much thought. I considered it for just a few minutes before I opened my computer and started…
I like being alone. There. I said it. I like being alone. I did not know this about myself until recently.
I don’t see it as a book ending. I see it as turning the page on one chapter and finding the start of a new one.
There is no reality course which teaches our kids how to eat well. Cooking seems to be a lost art due to crazy, fast-paced lives, and the ease of take-out.
My oldest daughter inherited her father’s love for food. I love to see that part of him in her.
Facebook may not be perfect, but it does have a place in our lives and society.
A widowed mom writes a letter to her daughter on her 18th birthday…
My guy and I have climbed many mountains, been bruised and battered. We have fallen and gotten back up again…together.