• Dawn over a field like that referenced by DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley
    Things That Suck

    3 am

    I woke up at 3 am last night. I was confused for a moment, as it wasn’t yet light and I hadn’t been awoken by my children. I sat in the confusion for a moment, and then I felt a warm body next to mine. I felt calm as I laid my head back down to sleep. This does not seem like the start of a dramatic story, but when I reflected on it in the morning, I realized how far I’ve come. Like many people, I’ve woken up at 3 am throughout my life. As a college kid, on the couch that had enveloped me in sleep. As a…

  • Nighttime image of street and car like that in post by DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley

    In My Driveway

    There he was, standing in my driveway. He was leaning just slightly against the garage door, grinning at me.  I hadn’t seen him in over a month, and it took a moment to sink in.  How was he here?  He was supposed to be far, far away.  How was he actually standing in my driveway? But there he was.  And within a second, I knew it wasn’t a dream.  I knew he was real and I knew he had come for me.  I ran to him as fast as I could and I threw my arms around him.  “How are you here?” I kept saying, as he laughed and I…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley plays in fountain with children

    I Wanna Dance With Somebody

    When I was a new widow, one of the things I hated most was ending up on the dance floor alone. It’s not like I’d never danced without Shawn. I mean, I’m a decently confident person, and I never needed him in order to dance at a party or a bar or a wedding. It’s just that I was so used to dancing with him after 15 years together. I dated men before Shawn who didn’t like to dance, so when we met and I realized he had no insecurities about getting out on the dance floor, I happily joined him at any chance I could get. When he was…

  • Stock image of couple kissing in park for DC widow blog by Marjorie Brimley
    Ask A Widow

    Ask a Widow: What If He’s Not Shawn?

    People love to write me about dating – how to start doing it, how to talk to someone you’re interested in, how to handle the dramas of dating (there are so many). One of the things I see repetitively on my blog are questions or comments about the specific issues pertinent to dating as a widow. There are a number of these, but one in particular stands out. I’ll paraphrase, but it usually goes something like this: I’m trying to date again because I don’t want to be alone. I am going out on dates, but nothing feels quite right. At the end of each date I think, “that person…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley hugs her son Tommy in the woods
    Things That Suck


    I may need to give up social media for the next few months. I’m serious. I mean, I’m getting a lot of great information from the journalists I follow and I am able to connect with many people that I can’t see face-to-face anymore. It’s important to my writing that I remain on social media. And really, I find out things happening in my local community a lot easier through social media than I do through any other means. But dear GOD, I’m starting to really hate all the “happy coronavirus” photos. Listen, I’m a contributor as well. I post the photos of my kids playing outside and dutifully finishing…

  • DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley faces DisneyWorld castle with children

    The Happiest Place on Earth

    “Tommy, listen to me,” I said very seriously as we sat on the plane down to Florida, “you are going to have to walk a lot on this trip. Mama can’t carry you all the time, and you’ll have to stay with our family. There will be a lot of people and I don’t want you getting lost.” Tommy looked at me and earnestly nodded his head.  I knew he was really excited.  Claire and Austin squealed behind us.  Just a few hours prior, I’d announced that instead of a few days at a local indoor waterpark, we were headed to DisneyWorld for a week!  I couldn’t believe I’d managed…