
I am so grateful for these women and their families. Sometimes, I don’t believe that my daughters and I would have survived the hardest moments without them.
I am so grateful for these women and their families. Sometimes, I don’t believe that my daughters and I would have survived the hardest moments without them.
Up until six and a half years ago, I had never experienced a power outage. My power has gone out for a few minutes, maybe even…
A few years back, I was going through a particularly hard time. I noticed that there was a “Friends” marathon running. I put it on and plopped myself down on the couch. I watched my favorite show almost absentmindedly while, at the same time, found myself smiling at the familiar jokes.
She spoke about women in town, loudly, using their first and last names. Granted, she wasn’t talking badly about anyone, but did the entire nail salon need to know that so-and-so just bought a new Mercedes? Or what time Jane Doe’s flight to Turks & Caicos was that morning?
In the last couple of years, things were finally looking up. We seemed to be on a good run – until a few months ago, when the bad luck decided to form a black cloud over my house.
Devastated barely describes it. Suddenly there I was – a grieving single mom with two grieving adolescent daughters. What on earth was I supposed to do?