Widowed

Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.

Widowed: Archiving My Husband and Zodiac, His Scrappy 1970s News Service

Can you archive a dead spouse? Can you stash them away in a temperature-controlled academic repository, to be preserved for centuries? Read more.

The trouble with poinsettias is — they don’t know that Christmas is over and it’s time to make an exit. Read more.

I said hello to Jon and his family, and then there was nothing more to do in this graveyard. Read more.

I’m thankful for a window. It’s small but it opens onto everything: a tree. A bird. A squirrel. Not much. But in fact everything. Read more.

My husband is the hero of my next book. I wanted it all — family and career. And Jon made it possible. Read more.

Widowed: Do I still miss him? Not really. Missing Jon is not the shape my grief takes. Most days. Read more.

Living to 100 — and then some: My grandmother lived till a few weeks short of her 100th birthday. My plan was to do the same. Read more.