In the depths of grief, I did something bold; I booked a solo trip to Thailand. That journey, on what would have been our 27th anniversary, was the first time I felt a spark of healing.
I realized that travel could be therapy.
I first shared my journey through Runaway Widow, writing about grief, healing, and what it means to rebuild a life after loss.
What I didn’t expect was how many women would connect with that story.
Through it all, travel became part of my healing,
not just as an escape, but as a way to rediscover confidence, joy, and possibility again.