Widowed: Do I still miss him? Not really. Missing Jon is not the shape my grief takes. Most days. Read more.
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Widowed: He’s Gone. And Now So Is His Barbecue
I’m widowed. He’s gone, and now so is his barbecue. They are just things, I tell myself. They aren’t Jon. And decluttering is a good thing. The kids like it when I get rid of stuff. Read more.
Three Photos That Bring My Husband Back to Life. And One That Doesn’t
Now and then I come across a photo that brings my husband back to life, and for one sweet moment, Jon is there in all his ineffable Jon-ness. Read more.
Widowed: I’ve Been Writing a Memoir in Essays All This Time
For three-plus years, I’ve been writing blog posts about being widowed. Do I have the makings of a memoir in essays? Read more.
