About

I am a young widow, who never expected to know what grief looked like at such a a young age–but especially with a newborn to raise in the process. I am many things, and juggle many hats, including: wife-widow, mother, step-mother, daughter-in-law, teacher, basketball coach, friend, sister, writer and dreamer.

I blog to those young widows; widows with children; those who have lost someone that was embedded into their very existence; to everyone, who needs hope, love, and to know there is a community of grief. We can no longer live in a society that says grief is not normal, or that it has a timeline. It simply and absolutely does not.

I keep this blog in memory of my most wonderful husband, Joe. He was diagnosed with Stage IV Colon Cancer, when we were seven months pregnant with our first born son. He passed away 16 short months later. Despite the sadness, unimaginable grief, and lowest of lows, I vow to keep his memory alive, and our spirits alive by continuing to live and dream! Life beyond the first year still remains excruciatingly hard. It is worth it; every single step.