My friend was a movie buff, belonging to several film societies. He'd stop by my house some evenings "to avoid rush hour." A few months after George's death, things between us became physical.
My brain was still deep in mourning, but other parts of me were in overdrive, reminding me that I was still alive, healthy and up for fun.
In 2006, after the death of her husband, Richard Carlson, Ph.
It had been a year and eight months since my husband had died; my sex drive had recovered, but my heart was still hibernating. He'd been my high school sweetheart, my first and only.From that experience, she created a grief support group and wrote a book about the grieving process called "Heart-Broken Open." Although dating is not the reason her readers visit the site or buy her book, it is a topic of discussion that comes up and is addressed, and Carlson, who is grandmother to two young boys, does have a lot to say about it.As a widow myself, I know it’s not an easy transition to make.When I told one of my girlfriends about my new sex life, she said, "Good for you for getting back on the horse!"Another friend said something I took to heart: that as women, we can claim our pleasure without shame, that our sexuality is a gift to be proud of.