Thankful for Our Unsung Heroes

In 2002, my husband became a widower. How, do you ask? After all, I’m clearly not dead… this is not some posthumous ghost-written blog!
Every November I embark on the same writing journey you guys do. Some years I win, some years I don’t.
Every year, though, I leave someone behind. Someone very important to me. And he’s not alone. All over the world, languish the unsung heroes of NaNoWriMo. The supportive spouses. The significant others. The children. The mothers. The fathers.
This Thanksgiving, I’ll be grateful for the many NaNo-Widowers.
Mine married me—but only a few months into our marriage, I discovered my other love. NaNoWriMo.









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