ShareTurning 30 last week reminded of something kind of big, maybe not earth shattering, and more annoying than anything…but I’ve been telling myself a lot of lies. Here’s some of the things my brain eeks out to me sometimes: So you wrote a book? Big deal. I’ve earned this food, I deserve to eat it.
ShareI stood in line a bit sheepishly, taking up all of the postal worker’s time. Before me were over 40 envelopes stuffed with my memoir, ready to be shipped out to my supporters all over the US and Canada. A woman came in and I looked at her apologetically because I knew it would be
ShareFor the past month or so, life has taken me down a road whether I wanted to walk it or not. I officially moved in with my fiance, I came upon the deadline to get my book proposal to my editor and I’m finalizing the details on our wedding. Anxiety has been a frontrunner in
ShareIf you are able to attend Camp Widow in just over a week, you are in for a treat, because I’ll be leading the round-table discussion on being Widowed with No Children. No, that’s not really the treat – the treat is getting to connect with other amazing folks who have also had to experience