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.
She came to me again at some point and pleaded her case further, believing that the tattoo she wanted and the reasoning behind it would soften me. Her dad died when she was 12. What she was proposing was a small tattoo, on the inside of her arm, of his very recognizable signature.
It is every parent’s worst nightmare.A college student mistakenly gets into a car which she thought was her Uber and the driver murders her. It is almost impossible to wrap your head around.
I froze when I saw my tiny daughter hooked up to tons of tubes. I couldn’t do anything but sit in a chair and cry while I stared at her.
I was the girl who always wanted the unattainable guy. The bad boy, a guy still in love with his ex-girlfriend, the one that still wanted to play the field.
I had the pleasure of speaking with ABC Chief Medical Correspondent, Dr. Jennifer Ashton about her upcoming book, Life After Suicide. Dr. Ashton tells the story of her ex-husband Robert’s tragic death by suicide in 2017.
There are some quotes from movies that become classics and just may stay with you forever. Can you match these lines with the movies they belong to?
Dear Dylan (AKA Luke Perry), I fell in love with you from the very beginning of 90210. That bad boy attitude, the look in your eyes, the sideburns, and that adorable little scar in your eyebrow. I loved how you walked through the halls of West Beverly with that “I don’t give a crap” attitude.
I don’t look like them, I don’t act like them, and I could actually be their mother. But observing them brought back my own twenty-something memories.
Were you 20-something in the 90s? It was a fun, yet somewhat innocent time. How many of these 21 memories resonate with you?
Seven years later, and I still feel the twinge. It’s more than a twinge actually, it is a moment when I feel my heart drop and I want more than anything for things to be the way they should be. This particular twinge came from an invitation to a girls’ night, “The seven of us