• Children of DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley run down a hill in Europe
    Holidays

    Shawn’s Birthday, Year 2

    “It’s hot!” Claire said just after she touched her food.  We were spending the day in France and Monaco.  Just before sitting down for a late-morning snack, we’d hiked to a beautiful outlook.  From the top, we could see a gorgeous view of the French Riviera.  I was dumbstruck, but the kids were mostly hot and hungry, because, well, they are kids. So we found a little café nearby and I ordered croissants for everyone.  It took a long time because they made them from scratch and then brought them out straight from the oven.  “Just take a small piece to eat,” I told Claire. She took one bite and…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley and her three children in front of the Trevi fountain in Rome
    Parenting

    Team Brimley

    I really never thought I’d do a guided tour anywhere. Especially Italy. I remember being a student here, watching the crowds of tourists following a guide with a little flag and thinking, “what lemmings. I’ll never be like that.” Well. 3 kids later, with no partner of my own, the tour started to look really nice. And lucky for me, I had someone who helped get me to Italy with the kiddos. “The trip of a lifetime!” I said a million times to my family and friends back home. I meant it. (I’m not sure I would have ventured so far from home without some serious encouragement from my generous…

  • Children of DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley look out over Rome Italy
    Parenting

    Brave or Stupid

    I noticed the woman behind me gazing at my kids.  Her own children, probably college kids, stood next to her, immersed in their own worlds.  She caught Claire’s eye.  “Are you excited to go to Rome?” she asked. “Yes!” Claire said.  “My mom says it’s going to take 9 hours to get there.  And when we get there it will be morning!” The woman beamed at Claire.  I’m sure she was remembering what it was like to travel with her kids when they were younger. We chatted for a bit.  She was from Tennessee.  I told her my kids were pretty good travelers, but this was still a big trip…

  • Children of DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley put roses on their father's grave on Father's Day
    Holidays

    Father’s Day, Year 2

    In the weeks leading up to Father’s Day last year, I had a million people checking in with me. “Do you know what you want to do on Father’s Day?” was a common question I got. Honestly, I didn’t know. I was dreading the day as it marked the first event where I was supposed to be celebrating Shawn, and he wouldn’t be there. But I made it through. We had a good day, even if it was still a hard day, and my community surrounded me and the kids. We went to the toy store. We talked about Shawn. A zillion people helped me with the kids at the…

  • Waterpark image similar to one visited by DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley
    New Perspectives

    Waiting for the Future

    A few weeks ago, my friend Christine got a crazy idea in her head. “Let’s take a few days off and take the kids to a waterpark,” she said to me. “It will be so much fun for them, and we’ll have each other. Let’s wait to tell them until the day we leave – imagine their faces!” Before Shawn died, I was always up for spontaneous things like this. But I’ve been more cautious in the past year and a half. However, when Christine proposed this idea, I said, “yes, that sounds like a great idea!” Maybe I was ready to be spontaneous again. We reserved a big hotel…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley's children and their cousins play along a river
    Family & Friends

    The Oklahoma Clarks

    I was upstairs packing last week, and I could hear Austin talking with a friend downstairs.  “I can’t come over tomorrow because we’re going to see our cousins.  We’re flying on a plane to Oklahoma!” Technically, we were traveling to see his second cousins.  My cousin, Ellen, had moved with her family to Oklahoma a number of years ago and I’d never been to visit even though Ellen and I have always been really close.  “Oklahoma?” everyone asked with skepticism when I mentioned I was going there.  “What are you going to do there?” “I’m going to see my family,” I said.  Was any other explanation needed?  Everyone who has…