In my life, where I don’t always know whether my fingers will graze sky or ground when I reach out, sometimes our fingers interlaced is all that I need: I don’t need to know how it’s all going to unfold. On the eve of the second anniversary of my husband’s death, a Monday, I drove […]
I fear that someday I will fail her as a parent and she will fail herself as a person and think that it is OK to hurt someone else to a grave extent, and with intent. It was summer. They were girls I had considered friends. A boy liked me, wanted to date me in the […]
We all just do the best we can. I am still just doing the best I can. Hundreds of times over the last six years, I have been told of my strength. I have been told of my persistence, my courage, my unfailing optimism. I have been told how much I must hurt, and yet […]
He sat on the edge of our bed and told me that he wanted me to find someone else after he died. Although I was unable to see it in the moment, I realize now all these years later what a kindness it was. In the days after my husband Steve and I learned that […]
This was our home. This was where, six years and 22 days after we signed the mortgage papers, he died in my arms. In the weeks and months after my husband died, countless people asked me if we were going to move: out of the house, out of town, out of state, anywhere else. To be […]
