Am I Doing this Right? An Amateur, Unofficial Guide to Grieving with Kids

I thought the worst news I would ever have to break to my oldest (five-year-old Charlie), was that we couldn’t go to Chik-fil-a because they are not open on Sundays. This might sound trivial to you, but you try to keep your cool when you’re jonesing for some nuggets and waffle fries on the Lord’sContinue reading “Am I Doing this Right? An Amateur, Unofficial Guide to Grieving with Kids”

I Moved my Husband into the Laundry Room

Last night, I moved my husband into the laundry room. For nearly the last two months, all of his stuff has been boxed up in my bedroom, our bedroom. His clothes, shoes, books, socks, wallet, had all been haphazardly packed up in the days after his death. One drawer of our dresser was packed fullContinue reading “I Moved my Husband into the Laundry Room”