Since my wife passed in January (after a short but valiant seven week battle with pancreatic cancer) I have been in a couple of grief...

Through the tears of Loneliness, I’d moan and I’d groan, God please show me an advantage of living alone. He said. Your maker is now your...

(Although nothing can compare to the loss of a spouse other than possibly the loss of a child, any loss can be devastating. As always, we...

It's terrible to be an ADDICT. And, as much as I hate doing so, must admit that I am, indeed, an addict. Oh, it's NOT drugs or alcohol I...

The Dust Bowl of Widowhood.... is much more widespread and affects more people than the original dust bowl of the 30's. The dust bowl...

Feelings are impossible to define...except to others who have felt those same feelings. It's a bit like trying to define a color to a...

I believe that being a part of a widowed community like this one, causes a very special bond. We are family. The fact that no one else understands us brings us together in a way that transcends distance, sex, and age as we congregate here in our little world that none of us ever wanted to be a part of. As we show compassion in helping each other we actually help ourselves. The love and kindness that we show others will always find its way back to us. There are basical