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Thanks for reading! As the years pass since my husband passed (2006) the themes and subjects of my blogs have changed. For new widows and widowers, I think most helpful for you are the blogs I wrote early on...where you are now. Please use the "archive" button to find any and all blogs from "the bad old days..." to relate, find relief and hopefully, a chuckle, too.

Cheating by Quoting Maya Angelou

Okay. Okay…obviously I didn’t write this and I’m not black and six feet tall and a genius as Maya Angelou is.  Just thought poor widow me would pass it along ~ fun to give inspiration~ And, I did add the pink…that practically…

Facebook Meet Ups

I had exactly three dates before Jimmy and I began to “go steady.” Each one was under fifteen years old. No one was driving me into a secluded grassy area to have his way with me and it was unlikely…

Widows Reveal: Why I HATE to DATE

Yesterday’s entry was quotes by widows who love to date. Today, we spiral down to the reasons widows HATE to DATE.  As before, my two cents will be in red.                      Widows…

Widows Reveal: The BEST Part of Dating

 I thought I’d start out with the positive today, and tomorrow post widows response to reasons NOT to date.  Just so you know, eleven women gave it a thumbs up and nine said, “No way.”  In some cases, I couldn’t resist commenting.  My…

Poor Widow Me in a Nutshell

After dating for four years, we finally got married at the ripe old age of 22.  My son, Doug, now a bachelor at 30, teased my husband since he was little,“Dad, you got wrapped up early” he’d say.It felt so natural…

Miracle on Long Island

  A miracle happened on Christmas Day. Miracle is a huge word. I realize this. I try not to overuse it, just like brilliant and genius. I reserve those words for Woody Allen and for Skylar my 6 and a…

Young & Ugly Beats Old & Pretty

When did “Poor Widow Me” lose my appeal? Walking towards my office the cat calls from hunky construction workers were constant. I admit, that was in 1970 when I was twenty, but guys, have a heart. Can’t you eek out a…