It was just a friendly chat with a stranger out walking his dog. But then I thought, “I’m a widow. Was this guy asking me for a date?” Read more.
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The Question of Flowers: Are They — Are We — Works of Art?
Flowers, by their very nature, never seem troubled to me, or even ruffled. Area they — are we — works of art? Read more.
Widowed: The Superman at My House
The Superman we spotted on Hollywood Boulevard was gorgeous. But Jon, my husband, was the man for me. He was the Superman at my house. Read more.
I Said Hello to My Deceased Husband — Finally
I said hello to my deceased husband’s photo the other day — and for once I did not collapse into tears at the sight of his face. Read more.
The Fourth of July — With Liberty and Justice for All
Some think flying the American flag is a right-wing thing to do. For me, the flag is a symbol of good old “liberty and justice for all.” Read more.
Widowed: Shouldn’t I Be Over It by Now?
After more than two years of being widowed, shouldn’t I be over it by now? I’m not. The universe has tilted and it has yet to right itself. Read more.
Father’s Day vs. Mother’s Day — And Today’s Liberated Dads
Father’s Day vs. Mother’s Day? With today’s young men doing more and more of the parenting, why not celebrate fathers as heartily as we do mothers? Read more.