George and I were both introverted only children. We met at a pool party at his parent’s house when he was 11 and I was 7. Our parents worked together as scientists so we’d meet up over the years until I invited him to my senior prom. We were together for 32 years until he died on April 10,

I was 18. I had just started my first year of college.Most kids were excited about freedom, partying or pledging with the rowdiest Greeks on campus but I was preparing to balance life as a young college mom-to-be.Funny thing is, I wasn’t scared about being pregnant. The more my pregnancy

Kara was born in uncertainty. After 6 hours of labor, the doctor held her limp body and nervously looked to my mother for a clue. Was she normal (whatever that meant) enough to resuscitate, or should we let her pass? My mother looked at Kara’s brown hair and counted her fingers and toes and

I was prepared for a lot with baby number two, I mean, we’d been there before so I was going to kick childbirthin’ butt this time around. Of all the scenarios I played in my head, anything at all that could possibly happen, I never imagined what actually did. I would have been less surprised if

I was Ladywriter99 on Tinder, OKCupid, Plenty of Fish and J-Date. I answered messages from anyone who seemed interesting and reached out to anyone who had “liked my profile” whose profile I also liked. I was averaging about two dates a day three or four days a week for several months. I ...Continue