• DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimely writes by fire
    Holidays

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    Today is my birthday. It’s also the 3-year anniversary of my first blog post, “My 39th birthday…” Over the past few months, I’ve started to re-read many of these old blog posts, and sometimes I am downright shocked at the degree of openness I put out there, right in the beginning. So as I thought about my birthday this year, I decided to re-read this part of that post from three years ago: Here’s the thing – it’s not that I feel insecure in the same way I did at age 21, worried about how my hair looked or whether I was wearing the right jeans or drinking the right…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley sits with boyfriend by ocean
    Dating

    Cowboy Take Me Away

    I’ve been listening to The Chicks a lot lately. I like their new album and I’ve been remembering back to when I re-discovered them in the fall of 2018. At the time, I was starting to re-discover a lot of things about myself, and the song “Cowboy Take Me Away” made me reflect on how I was struggling with men. I decided to write a blog post about it. Here’s an excerpt (from “Smash the Patriarchy,” November 14, 2018): When I heard the song the other day, I sang along, and I felt that same emotion – a yearning for something else. But it wasn’t particularly for a new lover.…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley walks with children and father to school
    Holidays

    Goodbye, 2019… (Part 1 of 2)

    Goodbye 2019. Goodbye breakouts, worry lines and gray hairs from grief. I may not be able to hide you all, but I’m going to try. Goodbye waking up at 2 am. Goodbye fear that I can’t grill hamburgers or do my finances. Yes, Shawn did them before. But I can do them now. Goodbye first heartbreak after Shawn, the one that made me feel like I couldn’t go on. Really, I could. Goodbye black mold in the garage. Yes, you came because I didn’t go out to that garage for a year after Shawn died. But I got rid of you in the end, didn’t I? Goodbye to worrying about…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley and husband Shawn having drinks
    Missing Shawn

    Home Base

    In the spring of 2016, I went to a party with Shawn at Momofuku.  The firm that had invited Shawn to the event had rented out the entire restaurant.  The night before, we had been talking about our upcoming days, and he said, “I’ll be a little bit late.  I have to go to this thing at some new restaurant.”  The second I found out it was Momofuku, I freaked out and immediately began texting babysitters.  “I’m coming too!” I told him. Shawn always loved that I liked his parties more than he did.  I would spend the evenings trying new food and drinking with the most interesting people.  Frequently,…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley and her daughter Claire on a boat in summer
    Parenting

    Swimming in the Mediterranean Sea

    It was time to jump.  And Claire was scared.  Not just a little bit scared, the way kids can get when they say “I’m scared!” but it’s mostly just nervous excitement.  No – she was legitimately scared.  The waves were actually pretty rough and the boat was rocking significantly.  “Claire,” I said, taking her face in my hands, “you can do this.  You’re only going to get this one chance.  I know you’re scared but I’ll jump with you.” Then I took her hand and led her up to the jumping-off point of the boat.  She held tight.  I could see the fear still in her eyes but I could…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley poses with friends and their husbands at a party
    Family & Friends

    The Little Things

    Right after Shawn died, I was talking to a girlfriend of mine about how I missed going out to dinner.  “We can go out anytime,” she said.  “If it’s easier, we can just go out with all of the women.” She was trying to be compassionate.  She understood that it could be hard for me to go out with a group of couples, especially so recently after Shawn died. But I didn’t want that, and I told her so.  The men in our group – they are my friends too. I appreciated that she was trying to be mindful of my feelings.  But what I appreciated even more was that…