I am a New England girl transplanted in Upstate New York. I am a coffee snob and a Mexican food enthusiast. I am a little bit country club and a little country girl.
I am a history nerd. I like to look at old farm houses and imagine how the area around changed over the past 100+ years.
I am proud of my Boston Irish heritage.
I am a runner but a very slow runner. But I love it.
I am a traveler. I love exploring new places. It is my goal to visit all my friends around the US (and beyond) at some point.
I like to create whether it’s in the form of writing, cooking, knitting or crafting. I really want to start sewing and quilting but I have am too nervous to bring out the sewing machine. I am afraid that the only thing I am going to produce is a mess.
My fairy tale began on September 29, 2012. I married the love of my life. It was one of the happiest days in my life.
For three and a half years, we spent all our free time together. We took many day trip adventures as well as four Caribbean cruises.
In 2014, we welcomed our daughter.
We didn’t stop having our adventures when we became parents. We brought our daughter along with us. By the time she was 16 months old, she had already been on two Caribbean cruises.
About 6 weeks after our last cruise, my husband had unexpected complications to a simple surgery. Severe complications. He was in the ICU for 5 months and passed away in August 2016, a month before our fourth wedding anniversary. A part of me died that morning. This blog is the story about the part of me that is still living.
This blog is about grief, love, life and resilience with some running and traveling mixed in. I am trying to navigate the crazy world of widowhood and single parenting while trying to regain my identity as an individual.