Stacy was a stay-at-home mom/part-time preschool teacher whose life was turned upside down in 2011 when her husband passed away suddenly of a heart attack. She is raising her two fabulous daughters, now ages 18 and 20, who are turning into wonderful young women. In 2016, she started a blog about her experience as a young widow, The Widow Wears Pink. This led her to write for other publications including Huffington Post, Today.com, Scary Mommy, Grown & Flown, Kveller, Modern Loss, Thought Catalog, and many more. In 2018 she started Living the Second Act with fellow writer Mimi Golub. Today, Stacy and her daughters are happily living their "new normal" while always keeping her husband's spirit alive.
I picked up “Are You There God…It’s Me Margaret?” and I didn’t put it down until I devoured every last page. I then read every Judy Blume book I could get my hands on, “Deenie” being my absolute favorite.
The “first times” of being a widow. The horrible, the wonderful, and everything in between. These were some of my firsts…
“Stacy cries at a rough McDonalds commercial” My daughters and I recently had our old home videos transferred onto a flash drive and decided it was…
When Melissa was still a teenager, her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. In true Melissa fashion, she got involved with Cycle for Survival when her mom was in remission.
Eight months later, my therapist told me she was retiring. She actually said I was the patient she was dreading telling the most. This was obviously upsetting.
Why do you always want to see movies that make you cry? I don’t get it. It was 1994 and my soon-to-be-husband and I had just…
Of course I do not expect to wake up with a huge smile on my face every day but when that old panicky feeling comes back, it is horrible. Once it happens, it is hard to shake for the whole day.
Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha. How well do you remember our favorite foursome and their antics from Sex & the City?
With a little encouragement from my daughter, I decided to get a tattoo. I chose four little hearts on my ankle, for the four of us, with one of the hearts in pink, to represent the new me.
I put on my bikini, pulled my hair up into a scrunchy, and grabbed my Laura Biagiotti sunglasses. We sat on our plastic lounge chairs and put on lots of baby oil.