05/26/2025
I call it my "Divorce Cottage," though not to my neighbors' faces.
Three years ago, when Frank left after 27 years of marriage, my first instinct was to sell our beautiful old Dutch Colonial in downtown Buffalo. Too many memories in every corner, too much house for just me.
But my daughter convinced me to stay. "Mom, you love this house. Don't let him take that from you too."
She was right, but I needed something that was entirely mine—something he'd never touched, something created after he was gone. That's when the shed idea took root.
I'd never built anything bigger than a birdhouse, but suddenly I was drawing plans, watching YouTube tutorials, and spending weekends at salvage yards. Every reclaimed piece felt symbolic—finding new purpose after being discarded.
The windows came from our attic, unused for decades. The door had been gathering cobwebs in the garage since we bought the place in '98. Those flower boxes? Made from bi-fold closet doors left over from the bathroom renovation Frank never finished.
My daughter helped design the Harry Potter garden along the left side. During those first painful months, we'd sit among the "magical plants" and read passages from the books, finding comfort in stories about people facing seemingly impossible challenges.
I found an unexpected community through a gardenign group on the Tedooo app. Other women rebuilding their lives through creative projects connected with my story. This amazing artisan who creates stained glass in her Tedooo shop even made that arched window piece as a gift after reading about my journey.
The neighbors call it "the fairy tale shed" or "that charming little cottage." They have no idea it represents the most difficult chapter of my life—or that building it board by board, nail by nail, literally saved me.
Yesterday, my daughter spotted a rainbow arching right over the cottage. "Look, Mom," she said. "Even the universe approves of your new story."