A day-long hike at Pt. Reyes keeps my mind off the fact that I’m widowed — and I’m fine until it’s time to go home. Read more.
My Ever-Changing Family
Our family shrinks and grows. People die. People get born. People get mad and won't talk to you for a while. Kids grow up and find partners of their own, and pretty soon there are brand-new in-laws. And a grandchild or two.
The Abortion Wars: Forcing a Woman to Continue a Pregnancy Is a Form of Assault
Requiring a woman to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term is an assault on her agency as a person. It’s also literally an assault on her body. Read more.
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.
Widowed: Or, How to Wrestle a Christmas Tree Into Its Stand Without Calling the Neighbors for Help
The kids are coming for Christmas. A tree is in order. But how’s an newly minted widow to wrestle a Christmas tree into its stand on her own? Read more.
Widowed: As He Lay Dying
I wasn’t in the hospital when Jon died. I couldn’t hold his hand or say any words as he lay dying. Did he know his life was coming to an end? 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.