Talk to my deceased husband? Some widows can. Not me. I can’t talk to Jon without going to that awful place where he is no more. Read more.
My Rocky Spiritual Journey
You don't have to be a big believer to find something interesting to read here . . . You'll find excerpts from the spiritual journeys of people I've met on the religion beat as well as reports of my own fraught encounters with religion and spirituality . . . as well as updates on my book, "Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith," from Patheos Press.
Widowed: Dancing Makes Me Cry.
Dancing makes me cry. When I joined a Zumba class the other day, I stayed at the back of the class, because I knew there would be tears. Read more.
Do We Live in a Pointless Universe? I Need to Know
The more comprehensible the universe seems, the more it seems a pointless universe, said Nobel laureate physicist, Steven Weinberg. Read more.
When a Widow Laughs. Or, a Backyard Work in Progress
Standing in the mess that is our backyard, talking and laughing with the landscaping crew, I wonder: Is it OK when a widow laughs? Read more.
Widowed: Her Stolen Car Came Back, but My Husband Didn’t . . . And All Shall Be Well?
The same death that took Jesus took my husband. Can we say then that all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well? Read more.
When Someone Dies, Send Flowers
My husband is dead. Forget “in lieu of.” I want the flowers. Read more.
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.