My husband of 44 years died seven weeks ago. So far, I’ve used denial and distraction to keep my mind off the silence. 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.
Widowed: Lucky Me, I Told Jon Newhall I Loved Him
Lucky me. I told my husband I loved him while he was still alive. Read more.
Jonathan Newhall. My Husband of Forty-Four Years
Friends and readers. I am so sad to report that my dear husband of 44 years, Jonathan Newhall, died last week. Here is his obituary. Read more.
The Truth Behind That Happy Family Photo We Just Sent You. Sheltering at Home Week 39
We’re nothing like that happy family photo we send with our holiday card each year. Our photo rejects reveal we are a testy, scrappy lot. Read more.
A Baby to Adopt — The Letter That Made It Happen Forty Years Ago
I wanted a baby. My husband wanted a baby. After years of trying to get pregnant, it was time to look for a baby to adopt. Read more.
Unplanned Pregnancy? I Wasn’t as Alone as I Thought
It was the late 1960s, and I was a single woman living on my own in New York City facing the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy. Read more.
I Miss My Grown-Up Children — More Than I Can Say. Sheltering at Home Week 30
I last put my arms around Peter in January. He was here for his birthday, I haven’t seen him — or his sister — since. Read more.