March 2016

The Hungover Widow Contemplates Employment

I'm Reaching Out Here

I’m Reaching Out Here

It is now time to contemplate getting a grown up job. (Ok, a part-time sort of grown up job).  Now, I suck at being a grown up. I wrote about it.  My Teenager article in Good Housekeeping  It was not a popular article. My great freelance writing thing is not getting me far.

So, I have a law degree which has been gathering dust for over ten years.  (Or the dog ate it).  I have a linked in profile that no one looks at.  I have a career counselor.  I am armed with the new knowledge that I’m an ENFG.  Myers-Briggs apparently rules people’s lives.  Other tests tell me that I’m “artistic.” I’d love to be a marketing director or a (M)ad Man, but I think you have to intern first.

So, what to do.  Is it rude to start stockpiling linkedin contacts?  My profile looks a bit schizophrenic.

My theme has been “rebuilding my life through widowhood.”   I’ve redecorated.  My Woman’s Day Article on Redecorating (sort of)  I’ve dated.  Excessively and masochistically.  My Xojane Article on Being an Online Dating Addict  I’ve also yoga-ed, tried performance driving,  and attempted to make friends and find love as an adult (it gets harder when you get older).

My final frontier: becoming a semi-employed grown up.  Maybe. I did my own taxes this year.  I’m trying to add “share” and analytic stuff to this blog.  I don’t understand SEO, but I have a messed up sense of humor.

But seriously, I’d hoped to use this blog as a place to chat about loss and loneliness.  Or really fucked up dating.  Tune in next week when I discuss my anxiety disorder.  And I have a dear friend who keeps asking me to write about gratitude.  Then again, she thinks I should forgive the dickwads I bitched about from my online dating days. My Huffington Post Article on Men to Avoid

Not gonna happen.

So, I’m gonna try to resurrect this thing. We’ll talk about my career search or else juicy details from my trip to Mexico a few weeks ago.  Or else this blog will die in a fit of pique!

Chat soon,

Love, Debbie

The Hungover Widow Contemplates Employment2016-03-31T00:05:56+00:00

December 2015

At 50, I Became a Widow and a Teenager (in Good Housekeeping)


Gary, My “High School” Beau, and I

Hello Lovelies,

I’m in Good Housekeeping Again.  And I am so grateful.  Here’s the start:


I was 50 going on 15, trying to figure out how to live without him. When my husband George died, I was plunged into a second adolescence. Whether I wanted to or not.

George and I were both introverts, content to socialize only with each other. When he became ill with cancer, I acted like an adult, taking care of him and everything else.When he died, I was alone and isolated. We didn’t have kids. I hadn’t worked in over 13 years. I had to do something.

Almost involuntarily, I turned back into an insecure teenager…


Now please read the rest here.  (Yeah, you’ve got time.  Have a beverage.  Put your feet up) :  I was a Teenager in Good Housekeeping

If you like this, please share.  If you don’t (Or you do), comment on why, I can take it.

Thanks for listening,










At 50, I Became a Widow and a Teenager (in Good Housekeeping)2015-12-18T16:01:50+00:00

November 2015

I’m a BITCH on Good Housekeeping!




Dear friends,

Despite the bad timing, my biggest publication has come out today in “Good Housekeeping” magazine. If you like it, please share.  The title is “I had to Channel My Inner Bitch to Live My Best Life After My Husband’s Death.”  And it’s about standing up for myself after George died  to settle his estate.

Here it is:  I Had to Channel My Inner BItch When My Husband Died.  Let’s all get a cup of mint herbal tea and enjoy it, shall we?

I’m a BITCH on Good Housekeeping!2015-11-14T17:00:28+00:00
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