My husband is dead. Forget “in lieu of.” I want the flowers. Read more.
I Hated My Pandemic Hair. A Daughter to the Rescue. Sheltering at Home
My daughter had never cut anyone’s hair, ever. But my flyaway pandemic hair needed cutting. So I took a chance. The results were smashing. Read more.
Not Enough Rain. Not Enough Stories About My Husband
I wish I’d written more stories about my husband. But he was a good guy, and our marriage didn’t generate a lot of bloggable drama. Read more.
Would My Husband Like to Take My Name?
My fiance had no middle name. When we married, I asked, would he like to take my name to fill the empty spot in the middle of his? Read more.
A Hopeful Realist Is Keeping Me Company These Days
I like to think of Geoff Machin as a hard-headed realist. A hard-headed — hopeful — realist is just the right company for me these days. Read more.
My Husband Is Gone. But the Tree Trimmers Showed Up as Promised.
My husband is gone. Does that mean I have to cancel the household projects we planned and dreamed of doing? Read more.
My Husband Died, and Denial and Distraction Are My Go-To States for Now
My husband of 44 years died seven weeks ago. So far, I’ve used denial and distraction to keep my mind off the silence. Read more.