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.
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We laugh – Not just regular laughter; it is such hysterical laughter that makes my eyes tear and my face hurt. We laugh about old times and new times – everything is just funny when we are together.
There were many 80s trends that make us look back and say, “What were we thinking?” But then again, maybe some would be fun to wear…
I am no longer a seven year-old girl. I am a 53 year-old woman with the confidence to make mistakes and keep moving forward.
I felt like I was in some kind of alternate universe. My boyfriend and I were in a seminar about a new construction townhouse development that…
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The 45 year-old me was quite different than the 25 year-old party girl. I was now older, more mature, more responsible, a mom, and a little jaded.
If something were to happen to us, our children would have no parents. This is a scary thought and why we need to be extra cautious with ourselves.
I have always thought I was born in the wrong decade. I should have been around in the 60s. I would have made a fabulous flower child. My hair would have grown long and wild with a flowered halo resting on top. I would have worn long, flowy skirts and walked around barefoot. I love