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.
Help! I Can’t Remember the Names of My Flowers
I love my new flower garden. But, for the life of me, I can’t remember the tongue-twister names of my flowers: Aquilegia? Armeria? Scabiosa? 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.
What Makes Me Happy? Having a Happy Kid, of Course
What makes me happy? Catching one of my kids in a moment of real time happiness. Like my son holding his newborn for the first time. 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.