I AM SO MUCH MOOR By Carolyn Moor On the anniversary of Chad’s death February 14, 2000, there is one over arching thought this morning ‘I am so much moor’. You see, when he died, I died too. But I didn’t know that back then. I just felt like I was literally
A Widow’s Valentine Despite what you may think, Valentine’s Day will not kill me. It’s a day. I understand the the power of one day, as a number on the Western calendar, not as a chart to base my whole future upon. As a widow, I know how love can literally take your breathe
In order to do Valentine's Day better, I need to confess I've done Valentine's horribly bitter before. As American holidays go, there is no doubt in my mind that Valentine's Day singularly evokes an erratic swing of the emotional pendulum ever known to mankind. It's the most anticipated and simultaneously, most dreaded day of the year. The ever
Well, it's the season of red hot love, pink and white marketing and little blue boxes of affection everywhere you look. As widows, I know this stops you in your tracks a bit depending where you are in your journey. And ladies, I get it. I lost my husband on Valentine's Day. In the first
Valentine’s Day was never a romantic holiday in my marriage. My husband, who regularly showered me with outward gestures of love like nice dinners and flowers, always felt pressured into giving gifts on what he called the “Hallmark Holiday”. He usually presented me with the last bouquet of flowers still remaining at the local Tom
It’s taken a long time and it can be a journey for many of us to find those special women in our lives we can trust, but when we do, they are the gems we can’t live without. I know that I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without my girlfriends, and I wouldn’t