I remember one day, years ago, my husband telling me that he was getting life insurance. My response was an eye-roll and a simple “nothing is…
Author Stacy Feintuch
He had gone off in a corner somewhere and was nowhere to be seen when we began to eat. As we sat in the dining room eating and talking, we had no idea what was going on in the kitchen.
My oldest daughter inherited her father’s love for food. I love to see that part of him in her.
The seventies – a great decade for television. Sitcoms were funny, diverse, family-oriented, modern, and even serious sometimes. This is my list of the best sitcoms…
Medication? I had never considered that before. My husband died – of course I was sad. That didn’t mean I was “depressed”. I was always a glass-half-full, easy-going kind of girl. I was not someone who took meds.
When my husband passed away eight years ago, household repairs were on my very long list of things to worry about. Granted, he couldn’t actually fix things, but he was the one responsible for getting it done in some way.
My first thought as I looked at our table was, “Well, this is very Modern Family”. The widow with the divorced guy and four daughters between them, some with significant others, one being same-sex.
I believe a parent feels it in their soul when their child is in the wrong place. Staying or leaving, you need to make the choice that is right for your family. Drown out all the other noise.
I’m taking it waaaaayyyyy back. The early eighties – disco may have been dead but dance music was very much alive. How many of these do you remember? Did I leave out your favorite?
I don’t just have an empty nest, I have a solo empty nest. That was what faced me that morning. In five days I would not be waking up to a quiet house, I would be waking up to a silent house.