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Grief — Love With No Place to Go
Grief changes from day to day. For me right now, without my husband alongside me, grief is love with no place to go. Read more.
Widowed: Where’s My Lead Pony?
A lead pony is the seasoned horse who escorts a anxious racehorse to the gate, exerting a calming presence. I’m widowed. Where’s my lead pony? Read more.
Widowed: Yes, It Does Get Easier, Sad to Say
Does life ever get easier for the widowed? Yes, it does, sad to say. For some, the fading of that intense grief feels like yet another loss. Read more.
Is It OK to Kill Stuff? Yes, If It’s a Mosquito or a Eucalyptus Tree
Is it OK to kill stuff? I couldn’t kill the spider lurking in my shower. But I can kill invasive eucalyptus trees and dive-bombing mosquitoes. Read more.
With No Husband to Complain, Here Are Some More Things I’m Free to Do These Days
With no husband to complain about my bad habits and quirky tastes, I’m free to think and do lots of things I’d set aside for many years. Read more.
Is There an Upside to Widowhood? I’m Looking at the Possibilities
Now that Jon is gone, I am keeping an eye out for reasons to like going it alone. I’m wondering, are there any upsides to widowhood? Read more.