The Widow’s Life

Getting Comfortable With Being Uncomfortable

“Oh no. Look Mom!” my son exclaimed as we pulled into the driveway. I looked and didn’t see anything. “Above Grandma’s window,” he pointed. I looked again and saw it. The siding – siding I spent five-figures to replace last summer – was waving in the spring wind like a sheet. We hopped out, and…

Where are all the men?

Where are all the good men? Shortly after my husband died, one of my favorite blogs posted an article about the importance of fathers. It was beautifully written and was chockful of statistics about how active and engaged fathers increase good outcomes and decrease negative ones in children. It left me feeling entirely defeated. In…