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.
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.
A Hopeful Realist Is Keeping Me Company These Days
I like to think of Geoff Machin as a hard-headed realist. A hard-headed — hopeful — realist is just the right company for me these days. Read more.
My Husband Is Gone. But the Tree Trimmers Showed Up as Promised.
My husband is gone. Does that mean I have to cancel the household projects we planned and dreamed of doing? Read more.
My Husband Died, and Denial and Distraction Are My Go-To States for Now
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.
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.