the jen journal: A Soft Landing Spot for Spouse Survival
Musings on grief, growth, and the tender, tangled middle.
Hey. I'm Jen. I'm a widow. Since grief forgot to include a return policy, I'm just here documenting the mess. If your day feels less like a journey and more like a poorly executed improv sketch, you're in the right place.
Losing a partner isn’t a race to a finish line—there is no medal, no checklist, no ‘nailed it.’ You’re here because, somehow, you’re still standing, even when you’d rather stay in bed with snacks and a blanket. I’m building a quiet harbor where we can sort through the knots of loss together on the page. By telling the truth about my own wobbly path, I want you to see that a cracked heart can still rise and throw off light.
Greg, my late husband in the photo here with me, is a big part of why I hold this space for you.
Widowed & Still Rising
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The sun still rises, and so do I.
Wobbling Toward Hope Together
Join my community for a place to land when the world feels too loud. There’s no gold medal for grieving fast, so let’s move at your pace, finding connection in our shared messiness.
Say Hello
I am here to listen whenever you need a virtual ear. Whether you want to share a memory or just vent about how hard it is to cook for one, my door is open. No pressure to be poetic; just be you.
“Grief is a world‑shattering mess, so around here we drop the act, fry our BS filters, and figure it out with empathy, unfiltered truth, wildly inappropriate sarcasm…and sometimes vodka.”
Come as you are: numb, angry, weepy, sarcastic, or all of the above.