When My Mother Was the Grandma
My mother was the grandma in the family. She deserved respect from our kids. Not because she’d earned it, but because she was the grandma. Read more.
Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
I’m Playing Hooky From My Blog Today
I’m playing hooky from my blog today. So this is not a blog post. This is me complaining — again — about my consarned to-do list. Read more.
We’re Not Immortal After All . . . Good to Know
We’re not immortal after all. When we were twenty, we thought we were, which meant some of us did things like hop a freight train to Los Angeles. Read more.
I’m 83 and I’m Dumping My Bucket List
Sometime between the pandemic and my husband’s death I began dumping out the contents of my travel bucket list. 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.
Let Me Tell You About My Daisies — And My Ankles
Let me tell you about my daisies. Fresh and perky last week, they had faded and shriveled when I wasn’t looking. Read more.