Jon may be gone, but our love is immortal. Hear me out. I promise I’m not going to get all cheesy and sentimental on you. Read more.
Barbara’s Riffs on Life
Widowed: It’s Been a Year and He’s Still Gone
Yes, I am widowed — it’s been a year and he’s still gone. But I keep thinking he’ll be back any minute. Read more.
Dying. It’s What We Do These Days
I see that it’s not going to let up, this dying thing. I’m 80 years old now. I’m getting older and so are all my friends. Read more.
Grievance and Outrage — Good in Small Doses
Grievance and outrage have soured American discourse, public and private, for the past five years. And, yes, I find that outrageous. Read more.
Widowed: I Called Tech Support and Got Ageism
I called tech support and got ageism. ‘Why don’t you get someone younger to help you?’ said the otherwise very nice techie. Read more.
With No Husband to Complain, Here Are Some More Things I’m Free to Do These Days
With no husband to complain about my bad habits and quirky tastes, I’m free to think and do lots of things I’d set aside for many years. Read more.