Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.
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The opulent imaginings of China’s premier couturier Guo Pei are on view at San Francisco’s Palace of the Legion of Honor through Sept. 5. Read more.
We writers go to workshops, manuscripts in hand, hoping to get helpful feedback from our fellow writers. Sometimes we get more than we hoped. Read more.[/caption]
When I see a happy couple, long-married or newlywed, I want to say, “Happily married? One of you is going to get your heart broken some day.” Read more.
When my deceased husband’s mail arrives in our mailbox, it’s often from charities he supported, so a little bit of him shows up along with it. Read more.
My deceased husband’s voice came at me the other day — from across the years, all the way from 1988 and a summer’s night under the stars. Read more.
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.
The trouble with keeping a blog that your friends read is — your friends read your blog. And then they invite you over to watch the game with them. Read more.