Laura: NYC crime reporter. Widow. Mother of eyeball rolling teenagers. Step-mother. Dependable daughter to four sets of parents/in-laws. Blogger. Landlady. Adventurologist. PTA non-joiner trapped in bucolic suburbs overrun with transplanted Brooklynites, yoga studios, farmer’s markets, and neighborhood block parties.

Upcoming author on surviving the death of her husband, and of ultimately not knowing what to do with his ashes. Her memoir takes readers through a portrait of marriage, children, love and grief, including adventure-filled, cross country, ashes spreading RV trips where the pink steering wheel becomes her spiritual guide.

Blog Posts

October 4, 2014

Meet the Family

Even without Mark, my late husband and the father of our oh… so… charming… teenage daughters, we are still the Fahrenthold-Pittmans and we are still a family. Nell will still tap her fingers to annoy Susannah, who will still yell, “Momma,” in a fake Southern accent to mock her frustration […]
October 3, 2014

I Saw My Husband at His Funeral

The first time I saw my husband after he died was at his funeral. When it was my turn to enter the church, all 900 pairs of eyes on the widow, the Reverend handed me a black box and gave me a look that said, “Ready, set, go.”   Apparently […]
October 2, 2014

My Dog Has a Better Love Life Than I Do

I recognized the expression on the vet’s face when he called me into the office. I’d seen it before, the “I am now going to turn off my emotions look” in order to tell this woman something really, really bad that is going to make her cry hard and a […]
September 26, 2014

You Call This a Job?

Sometimes a girl just has to pamper herself. And why not? I had just returned from seven weeks of traveling around the country in a 21 foot RV with three teenager girls and a dog that we rescued off an Indian reservation in Arizona to gather material for my upcoming book. […]
September 25, 2014

No Please or Thank You?

Copyright © 2014 Laura Fahrenthold I have a big problem with “Not a problem.” What ever happened to the simple pleasantry, “You’re welcome?” Or “Sure” or even “No problem.” But “Not a problem?” That is a problem. And it is becoming more of a problem as I find myself saying […]