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.
I’m Thanking People a Lot These Days. Why Is That?
I notice that I’ve been thanking people a lot lately. People — not God, not the Universe, not “the force that through the green fuse drives the flower.” Read more.
Scan Those Family Photos — Today!
I have a closet big enough to store 38 shoe boxes packed with photos and negatives. My kids do not. It’s time to scan those family photos. Read more.
Widowed: No Dreary Memorial Brick for My Husband
A memorial brick for Jon in the new neighborhood plaza? Yes, but only if it could also bear the names of the people who loved him. Read more.
My Deceased Husband’s Laptop — I Fixed It Myself!
My deceased husband’s laptop had become my favorite, fun laptop in the months following his death. But now I couldn’t open it. Read more.
Widowed: I Don’t Like My Life
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.
My Covid Birthday Party — One Guest and a Slice of Cheesecake
Eighty-one years on the planet calls for a celebration, and that’s what I had — a covid birthday party with one socially distanced guest. Read more.