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Welcome To My World. Doing All Those Things I Thought I’d Never Do Again.

The Unfaithful Widow is a collection of essays and fragmented thoughts on finding joy again after the loss of a mate. A memoir of the first year alone written with warmth and laughter, no subject is taboo. From dealing with the funeral home (Can I show your our upgraded cremation package? I looked at Miss Death, was I booking a vacation?) to dating again (He ran in the door, looked at me and said “I’ve left something in my car.” He never returned). Sprinkle in a bevy of rescue dogs (Finally a good nights sleep with someone new in my bed.) and those questions you hate to ask (Condoms anyone?). A story for anyone who has suffered loss and is determined to become their own super hero.



The Unfaithful Widow will make your heart ache while tickling your ribs. A deeply heartfelt, candid memoir about rediscovering the joy of living in the wake of death. This book is a testament to love and the emergence of an original voice.” –Philip Nutman, critically acclaimed author of Wet Work and award-winning screenwriter.



Join Barbara as she takes you on a year's journey to find a new life for herself after her husband’s death. Funny, endearing and full of hope, her experiences will make you laugh, bring a tear to your eye and make you shout, "Go Girl" as she reinvents herself as a creative single woman. More than a widow story--this tale is for anyone rediscovering themselves...Patrice Dickey, Your Guide to the Life You Love, and the award winning author of "Back To The Garden: Getting From Shadow To Joy."

Two hours later I left the attorney’s office too depressed to go home. So I headed to the antique shop where I have my booth. It seemed the closest and friendliest place I could think of.



“We’ve never seen you in a skirt,” the gal behind the counter remarked and actually clasped her hands in glee.



Now there was someone who could perk you up.





“Just back from dealing with the will,” I replied and made a sad face. Then I did a full curtsey, dipping and holding out my long skirt. “My widow’s outfit.”





I started to relax with the familiarity of the shop and smiled at her.





“Black since I’m a widow and turquoise jewelry ‘cause I’m hip.” I liked the sound of that.





She was looking strangely at me.





“I am hip, aren’t I?” I looked straight at her. She’d better answer that one right.





“The hippest.” She grinned at me with that remark. She was forty-five, skinny and lived on the edge. I was the sixty-year-old widow.





Good answer.