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I am steeling myself against the upcoming holidays, the first since the loss of my husband. Each milestone is a weight that I carry. I feel like Sisyphus in Greek mythology being punished and [...]

It’s been over three months since my husband Peter died. It truly irks me when people preach, “He’s in a better place.” I want to scream, “No he’s not! He should be sleeping beside me. That is a [...]

It’s been three months since I lost my husband and people chirp at me that I am “out and about and doing so well.” In their minds it seems to be a positive. In truth, I might smile, I might [...]