We widows cry a lot. But sometime I stop and ask myself, why am I crying? Am I mourning his life — or mine? Read more.
Barbara’s Riffs on Life
Widowed, I Celebrated His Birthday With Cupcakes
Widowed, I celebrated his birthday without him — with two birthday cupcakes, one for him and one for me. Because there were still two of us. Read more.
Beware. The Decluttering Craze Could Leave You Holding the Designer Handbag.
Everybody’s decluttering, including my friends and family, and sometimes other people’s unwanted stuff ends up on my doorstep. Read more.
Widowed: Our Love Is Immortal (Seriously!)
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.
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.