Young widow biting into mystery food

When nothing feels right…

When my husband died of cancer in 2013, I felt unbelievably alone. So like any reasonable introvert, I started a blog. It’s been a healing process as I’ve gone from bitter and isolated to…um…less so, depending on the minute.

My late husband George was my high school sweetheart, my one and only for 32 years. I went a little crazy after he died. For a while I was an online dating addict. But really I was trying to deal with loneliness. This is my journal of what’s worked, what hasn’t and the dating advice of a neurotic, former lawyer (follow at your own risk).

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