Widowed: Jon and I had been dating for several years. No marriage proposal was coming my way. But a Leap Day was. Read more.
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Widowed: The Perfect Husband. The Perfect Christmas Tree
Widowed: The perfect husband? The perfect Christmas tree? I started a list of all the things that annoyed me about Jon. But I lost the list. 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.
My Husband’s Name or Mine? I Need Them Both
My husband’s name or mine? I need them both — the name I was born with and the one I took the day I married. Read more.
How to Describe My Late Husband? I Can’t Find the Words
How to describe my late husband? I can tell the Jon stories, but when it comes to evoking the singularity that was Jon, words fail. Read more.
Widowed: It’s Jon the Old Guy I Miss the Most
Widowed, I miss Jon the old guy of our last years together — when it had become clear we’d be sticking together till death did us part. Read more.