The rising cost of college tuition presents pretty significant challenges to families trying to figure out how to afford the exorbitant costs of higher education. Tack on the challenges of solo-parenting, solo-bread-winning, and solo-decision-making, and figuring out how to navigate higher education decisions with your kids is enough to make...
Is grief manageable? I mean, can one really manage something that elicits so much heartache and confusion? If you’re like most, myself included, you’d rather shake off the grief, not try to accommodate it. It sucks and it’s uncomfortable. But we know grief isn’t going anywhere. We don’t get to...
Do you have teenagers who like to argue? I do. Grrr…. My oldest is like the Energizer Bunny of arguing. All-time champion, willing to die on the hill, and refuses to concede defeat. It’s irritating as hell, not to mention exhausting. I admit this quality will serve him well later...
You can’t swing a cat without hitting an Instagram feed, website, podcast, magazine cover, or Starbucks barista evangelizing the benefits of gratitude. We’re told, nonstop, the key to happiness is to be grateful. “Focus on the positive!” “Be grateful for what you have!” “Look on the bright side!” And, according...
Do you have a white-knuckle grip on control like I do? Or are you one of the savvy ones who’s already learned that control is an illusion? I want to be like you. The savvy ones who’ve learned how to loosen their control grip. I’m trying. I really am. I...
Grief support was a monumental part of our lives in the early weeks and months after my husband’s death. I’m fortunate to live in an area where I found several grief support options for widows including a local grief support group that provided family grief services, catering to children and...
Do you ever wish your spouse left you with a tome of sentiments, love letters and reflections to guide you through your darkest widow days? You know, like a guidebook with words of wisdom including permission to live an uncomplicated and carefree life? Or visited you in your dreams to...
It’s been five years since my husband died. 5 YEARS. As in 1,825 DAYS. WTF? I don’t know how it’s even possible that he’s been gone so long. It seems like just yesterday we were packing up our kiddos for a ski lesson and sharing hot chocolate by the fire...
Do you love you? I mean, really love you? I hope so. You’re lovable AF. And super important. But I’m guessing you probably stopped taking care of yourself. If you ever even made it a priority to take care of yourself in the first place. Grief is holding you hostage...