I’ll be gathering with my first husband’s family in a few weeks to celebrate the life of my sister-in-law, who died the same week as my mother earlier this year. It has me thinking about marriage and families. A few months after I met Rod, we drove across the continent to meet his family. The next year, they flew to us for our wedding. We were married for thirteen years before he died...
I’ve always thought it wonderful that when I married, I married into a family. Both my husbands’ families are now part of my extended family. When my son married eight years ago, my family grew again. In a couple of weeks, I’ll get to meet his mother-in-law and father-in-law, who live in India, in person for the first time. I can’t wait. We share a couple of adorable...
I am a widow who got it right the second time. I have been sharing here since February 14, 2006 what I learned from that experience and from positive psychology, marriage research, and my training as a marriage educator.
