I hate being husbandless. Of course there are the normal reasons – like missing your best friend, not having someone to share your life with, impending single parent drama, and all those other big things that easily come to mind. But then there are the stupid little reasons that you can’t possibly anticipate. Like being… Continue reading Fake Husbands

Are you my mother? This is a question I’m fairly certain Arie has unknowingly asked almost everyday since he was born nine months ago. And I don’t feel guilty about it, which may come as a surprise. It seems like I’m always reading blogs and articles about mom guilt, and if there was ever something… Continue reading Are You My Mother?

Today was the glorious return of my life as an athlete. It was as wonderfully hilarious as you would imagine, having not actually done any legitimate exercising in over a year…don’t judge! I’ve been busy caring for my cancer patient!… My method of humiliation…my beloved, soccer. I believe I fell 3? Maybe 4 times? God bless… Continue reading Tired

You’ll all be happy to know that I’ve discovered a way to not be sad anymore. Allow me to expand on my newfound wisdom… At some point last week I sold Eric’s Jetta, upon doing so I noticed a key on his keyring that I didn’t recognize. And then it hit me. He had a… Continue reading Keys

We have the.best.friends. Seriously. I know I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again, but we do, and I can’t shut up about it. I think I’ve mentioned before that it was very hard for Eric and me to talk about Arie – or maybe I haven’t, my life is one big… Continue reading Uncles

Grieving is annoying. Can I be done? I don’t know what fool (yes I do, it was my mom) thought it was a good idea for me to be left alone with Arie and Roxy in my house for a brief two hours today. Stupid “jobs” getting in the way of my grief counselors (mom/sister)… Continue reading Waves

I feel weird blogging. Somehow it feels different from the past three years on the Caringbridge site. Most likely because the main focus of my writing isn’t Eric and his medical maladies. Now it’s me and Arie. Stories and ramblings of a young(ish) widow and her little babe. I don’t like my new label. Someone… Continue reading Introduction