I grew up knowing I was adopted. I accidentally found out at a very young age. I can remember seeing my original birth certificate on our…
Jeff Bezos owes me a thank you note. Yes, the art of handwritten thank you notes may be almost extinct but given the number of orders I placed early in my empty nest period, It seems that the kids need something every day that they forgot at home.
The plan for my ulterior motive of spending time with him, in my territory–the kitchen–was hatched: Cooking with Mom 101.
“Just keep swimming” as Dory from the movie Finding Nemo would say. That’s what I did. One foot in front of the other. Again and again and again. Feeling all the feelings-the sad, the happy and everything in between… but never stopping.
In the 20 years since Greg died, there have been many technological advances and inventions. Things like the internet and Urban Dictionary and new words like “deathaversary” that aren’t real words but people say them anyway.
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.
We walk a fine line when talking about something so personal as divorce, and our roles in it. Whether we choose to share a lot or a little is also a very individual choice. But at the core, our stories tell as much about ourselves as they do about our exes.
I paid little attention to what happened to Lauren Astley on July 3, 2011. Initially, I was shocked that a teen boy could murder his ex-girlfriend.
My husband died 16 years and 4 months ago, when we were both 29 years old. He was a Marine Corps helicopter pilot and he was killed 15 days after the start of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Only twelve short hours after I purchased my wedding dress, my fiance was killed by a drunk driver.