Author Stacy Feintuch

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.

My Twentysomething 90s Blog in NYC  
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We hung around the apartment until 10 PM and then showered to be ready to leave by 11 PM. I put on one of my many black scoop neck body suits, high wasted Big John jeans, and my Justin cowboy boots. I used the diffuser on my blow dryer to blow my hair so that it was curly and fell to the side.

Howie's birthday
Howie’s Birthday
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There are many times when I need to make a decision on my own, and I think to myself, “What would Howie have done?”. Sometimes these questions concern me personally, but most of the time they are decisions about our girls.

keeping memories alive
Keeping The Memories Alive
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I want their memories of him to be as vivid as possible. I still have many family pictures up in our house. I also have boxes and boxes of pictures put away, which they do look at often.

only one parent
Maybe I’ve Done Too Much For Them
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I think having only one parent may have turned them into the two laziest girls on the face of the planet. I do everything for them – laundry, dinners, dishes, cleaning up. taking care of the dog (and they wonder why he loves me best).

faking it
I Was Faking It
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Living and being alive are two different things. Everything I did was because I had to, not because I wanted to. I was faking it.

depression
Depression And My Sister-In-Law
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For a while I only saw this perfect girl, as I’m sure the rest of the world also did.  But little by little, I got to know the real Jeri. Still beautiful, and still sweet and loving. But she wasn’t the perfect, happy girl that she appeared to be. There was a sadness in her.

December is hard
December is Hard
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Holidays are always a reminder that someone is missing. Plus, New Year’s Eve completely sucks when you are alone.

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