I’ve been widowed nearly nine months now, and I still can’t let go of the we — the we-ness of marriage. Here’s why. Read more.
Barbara’s Riffs on Life
What Do You Say When Someone Dies?
What do you say when someone dies? How to console a friend? There’s not much you can say do do — except to just be there. Read more.
Halloween — A Day for the Dead
In the spirit of Día de Muertos, I’m making this Halloween a day for the dead: I’m publishing a story or two told about Jon at his interment. Read more.
Widowed: Who Will Look After Me Now That Jon Is Gone?
Jon was the one I could count on for rides to car repair shops and colonoscopies. Who will look after me now? Read more.
Widowed: ‘What Is Grief, If Not Love Persevering?’
“What is grief, if not love persevering?” — that’s from the TV miniseries “WandaVision.” A nice thought. But I’m not there yet. Read more.
Widowed: I’m Planting a Secret Garden Outside My Office
My husband is gone, but I’m hoping that planting a secret garden outside my door will give me living things to keep me company as I work. Read more.