My attempt at describing what it is to be solo in the sandwich generation.

I will be entering my final year in my 40s in a few days, and I have been filled with dread/ anxiety/ concern….

Ruminations on mindset and perspective in a hard season.

These perimenopausal days of mine somehow feel like pivotal times in a way that is different from the ground shift that came with widowhood.

Reflections on this slower pace of living I have chosen.

A friend said to me recently, "You take a lot of photos. Are they for Instagram?"

Reflections on a memory

How am I surviving the holidays?

My first and final attempt at writing about Mike's death.

In the wake of my aunt's recent death, I am reminded of the importance of stories.

I made a promise to Mike on his deathbed.

The author Jamie Anderson says grief is unspent love. What on earth am I to do with that?

This week was earmarked for emotional turmoil.

When we die, will we have fulfilled our life's purpose?

Mike left us a pizza legacy.

As it turns out, I am a little bit of a Mrs. Fix-It. Grudgingly and by circumstance.

I cleaned a plethora of fish for my mother.

Are my best days really behind me now?

Mike always wanted to take his girls to New York City.

The other day, I was in a funk.