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Coffee With a Widower

Tricia Lott Williford February 17, 2012 14 Comments

His wife died one week after their daughter was born. She left behind a two-year-old son, a newborn daughter, and [...]

Just in Time, Valentine.

Tricia Lott Williford February 16, 2012 10 Comments

What happened to the old days when there were a couple of (zealously high-achieving, crafty and brilliant) room mothers who [...]

This Thing Of Going By Yourself

Tricia Lott Williford February 15, 2012 3 Comments

“Mommy, this thing of you going off by yourself sometimes? It’s not going to happen anymore.” “It probably will, buddy.” [...]

I Never Told Him.

Tricia Lott Williford February 14, 2012 10 Comments

Do you know what he used to do? He used to warm up my side of the bed. He would [...]

Together.

Tricia Lott Williford February 13, 2012 6 Comments

I cried, cried, cried. I cried so much, Tucker started to cry. I wanted to stop crying for him, if [...]

Vade Mecum

Tricia Lott Williford February 12, 2012 4 Comments

I always have a book with me. Physically and always, I have a book with me. I just learned there [...]

. . .in all my lovings. . .

Tricia Lott Williford February 11, 2012 No Comments

O God, I know that if I do not love Thee with all my heart, with all my mind, with [...]

…in all my lovings…

Tricia Lott Williford February 10, 2012 1 Comment

O God, I know that if I do not love Thee with all my heart, with all my mind, with [...]

Everything Daddy was Good At

Tricia Lott Williford February 10, 2012 1 Comment

“Mommy, tell me everything Daddy was good at that you’re not.” Everything? And it has to be things I’m not [...]

The One Who Cannot Grieve

Tricia Lott Williford February 9, 2012 4 Comments

There is a benefit to now. There is a grace in the first year: people expect grief to overwhelm. They [...]

Hope finds its Roots

Tricia Lott Williford February 9, 2012 2 Comments

No Regrets, but a Handful of Apologies.

Tricia Lott Williford February 8, 2012 4 Comments

Hey, babe, I’m sorry for texting sometimes while you were talking to me. I’m sorry for the times when you [...]

The Us that We Are

Tricia Lott Williford February 7, 2012 2 Comments

Strolling the Grocery Store

Tricia Lott Williford February 7, 2012 14 Comments

I was grocery shopping with two boys. You know. My favorite. The usual acrobatic routine of the wrestling brothers, the [...]

The Unknown Perspective

Tricia Lott Williford February 5, 2012 8 Comments

Sometimes I like to think about the unnamed characters in the Bible, the perspective we don’t get to hear about. [...]

Tricia Lott Williford February 4, 2012 1 Comment

“When I think about how good my book could be, I can hardly breathe.” ~ Truman Capote

To Hold Them in My Hands

Tricia Lott Williford February 3, 2012 5 Comments

Everybody brings stuff. He brings his, she brings hers, and together they build a relationship that starts with the invisible [...]

Way to go, Smart Mom.

Tricia Lott Williford February 2, 2012 8 Comments

I know these symptoms. In the morning he has a runny nose, and by nightfall, we can land in the [...]

The Second Year

Tricia Lott Williford January 31, 2012 12 Comments

If I were to describe my first year without Robb in just a few words, I would choose these: Shocked. [...]

A New Chapter Starts Today

Tricia Lott Williford January 31, 2012 20 Comments

Thoughts in 2007… Well, here I am. A stay-at-home mom with two little tiny guys. Tucker is two, Tyler is [...]

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This Thing Of Going By Yourself

I Never Told Him.

Together.

Vade Mecum

. . .in all my lovings. . .

…in all my lovings…

Everything Daddy was Good At

The One Who Cannot Grieve

Hope finds its Roots

No Regrets, but a Handful of Apologies.

The Us that We Are

Strolling the Grocery Store

The Unknown Perspective

To Hold Them in My Hands

Way to go, Smart Mom.

The Second Year

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This Book Is for You

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