When that date arrived, we did what has become strangely common… we gathered closely around our computer, while my younger daughter sat patiently waiting to record what we hoped would be one of our happiest moments.
Thanksgiving has been the hardest holiday for me since my husband passed 3.5 years ago. It has been the hardest because it was his favorite. We…
In the decade since he’s been gone, I have not erected our Christmas tree. The first few years, I traveled to relatives’ homes so it didn’t make sense to decorate.
Now what? Did I have to go back to work full-time? Who would hire me after being out of the job market for 12 years? How was I now going to support the three of us? Was I going to lose our house?
At that moment I pretty much resigned myself to the fact that my childhood dreams of having babies was over.
Season One of Friends brings out the best in us. There nothing as extraordinary watching six people maneuver relationships with such love, grace and humor.
For me, the word “infidelity” echoed through my head like that annoying high-pitched noise you sometimes hear if you’re in a quiet room for too long.
When my husband passed away suddenly just after Thanksgiving in 1999, I was terrified at the thought of a life without him.
I know my father will be with me in spirit, following the audibles and signals of his favorite team. But whether it’s football season, or the offseason, I know my Dad is with me.
He had gone off in a corner somewhere and was nowhere to be seen when we began to eat. As we sat in the dining room eating and talking, we had no idea what was going on in the kitchen.