I’m widowed and I don’t like my life. Stranded 2,000 miles from home with covid proved easier than facing the life that awaited me back home. Read more.
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A Week With Fellow Writers — Surprising Me With Gifts
Happily Married? One of You Is Going to Get Your Heart Broken
When I see a happy couple, long-married or newlywed, I want to say, “Happily married? One of you is going to get your heart broken some day.” Read more.
My Deceased Husband’s Mail — I Like Getting It
When my deceased husband’s mail arrives in our mailbox, it’s often from charities he supported, so a little bit of him shows up along with it. Read more.
My Deceased Husband’s Voice — Coming at Me From the Stars
My deceased husband’s voice came at me the other day — from across the years, all the way from 1988 and a summer’s night under the stars. Read more.
Widowed. I’m Fine Until It’s Time to Go Home
A day-long hike at Pt. Reyes keeps my mind off the fact that I’m widowed — and I’m fine until it’s time to go home. Read more.
When Your Friends Read Your Blog — And the Warriors Win It!
The trouble with keeping a blog that your friends read is — your friends read your blog. And then they invite you over to watch the game with them. Read more.