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A Year of Grief, Part Two

Part Two:   I flew back to New York, went to work and got back into the routine. January was a blur since I was still running on that vacation high, but it wore off, and suddenly it was February again. It was very f***ing real, his death, at the beginning of February. I started feeling that he is not coming back, regardless of how…
Guest Author
March 8, 2018
BlogContributorsNew Career

What’s Next…Again…and Again

I have worked since I was 15 years old. My first job was at a Jewish deli at the mall, and this is where I get my excellent sandwich making skills. It was fun, and like most, this was my first taste of financial freedom. For many years, my mom was a single parent so when it came to "stuff," we (my brother and I)…
Guest Author
March 7, 2018
HealthBlogContributors

Put Your Oxygen Mask Back On

When you lose someone close you to, it can often feel like someone has physically stolen your ability to breathe, eat, sleep -- to go on. Grief comes in many forms, but the universal effect is that a piece of you is missing. Something has changed and getting back on your feet often just doesn’t seem possible. At least, this is exactly how I’ve felt…
Guest Author
March 6, 2018
BlogContributorsThe First Year

Keep Going

I threw open the front door. The silence engulfed my body like a threatening wave dragging me under the current. I knew. I don’t know how I knew—but I did. It changed the meaning of “gut feeling” for me forever. I ran up the stairs screaming his name. “Wayne!?” I got to his room. I saw his body out of the corner of my eye.…
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March 5, 2018
Message In A BottleBlog

Change Does Not Feel Like Breaking Bread

Change does not feel like breaking bread. Nope. It does not feel like chopping wood either. It is not like swimming. Or running. Or even climbing. Nope none of these. However hard some of them are. Change is so much harder. It feels like learning to walk on water. Learning to fly without wings. It feels like being scared to go out in the dark…
Christina
March 2, 2018
BlogContributorsDating Again

Threesome

Six years after my beloved husband’s sudden death, I finally found love again. I am deeply, madly, passionately, in love. It is wonderful. It is terrifying. It is crazy weird. Being in love with two men. I'm not into bigamy. I'm not even into threesomes. But really, truly …. that’s what this is. A threesome. But not the kinky kind. Not the sex kind that…
Guest Author
March 1, 2018
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