Barbara’s Riffs on Life

The Kids Are Coming for a Visit. No Time to Write

My grown-up kids are coming for a visit this week. There will be just the three of us Peter, Christina and I. Read more.

When my husband passed away, he took the family encyclopedia with him. Fun facts, handy info, and beloved family stories went with him. Read more.

My husband is dead. Forget “in lieu of.” I want the flowers. Read more.

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.

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.

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.