Home Well Loved. Life Well Lived.
In only a few short weeks, Thanksgiving will be upon us. Can you believe it? I don’t know why the holiday season tends to sneak up on me every year, but it does. Probably because this time of year is one of the busiest for my family and we have
The first Halloween we spent without my husband was only five days after he died. I really wanted to carry on many of our Halloween traditions, like decorating the house and yard. And trick-or-treating. But it was so hard to think of doing anything at all. Despite my lack of
This post contains affiliate links. We are a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for us to earn fees by linking to Amazon.com and affiliated sites. You can read my full disclosure policy here. Father’s Day is just around
This post contains affiliate links. We are a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for us to earn fees by linking to Amazon.com and affiliated sites. You can read my full disclosure policy here. This year Mother’s Day is
Call me old-fashioned, but I still think there’s nothing better than getting an invitation, announcement, or card in the mail. For me, a handwritten note or a personal invitation is so much more personal than doing everything by email. Even in this digital age, I still try to make every
One of the biggest secondary losses I experienced after Garry died was the loss of our home. It seems silly to grieve something as materialistic and relatively unimportant as a structure of brick and wood, but for me our house wasn’t just a structure, it was our home. And it
It’s 2019, y’all (how in the heck did that happen?!)! I’m not sure why time is flying by so fast, but every January I find myself with the same urge for a clean slate. Are you the same? For me, that means a lot of purging of the things and
This Christmas will be our second without my husband and my kids’ father. I cannot honestly tell you whether so far it has been easier or harder than the first. All I can say is that it is different. The first Christmas after Garry died was only two months after
As you read this I am on my way to a very special place. This morning my alarm woke me at 4:00 a.m. Normally, I’d be a very grumpy person that early in the morning, but today I am making an important journey. Today I am headed to Asheville, North
One of the hardest parts about losing my husband has been carrying the knowledge that my kids will grow up without such a beloved and important figure in their lives. As we come up on Father’s Day, this knowledge gnaws at me and has been making me dread a day
