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
Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.
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.
There’s a Dandelion Growing on My Grave
We picked out a gravesite for Jon last month. And one for me. Jon’s grave was next to his sister’s. My grave had a dandelion growing on it. Read more.
Widowed: 2020 Was a Very Good Year — For Jon and Me
2020 was a very good year for my husband and me. We had time for each other, and it seemed there was plenty more time ahead. Read more.
Widowed, I’m Staying Put. And So Are My Bricks
I’m widowed, but I’m staying put for now. Also staying put are the charming old bricks in our backyard staircase. Read more.
Drumroll! I’ve Just Written My 600th Blog Post.
Here’s my 600th post on a blog that’s seen me through births, deaths, a major house remodel, a pandemic, and some dark nights of the soul. Read more.
The Kids Are Coming for a Visit. No Time to Write
My grown-up kids are coming for a visit this week. There will be just the three of us Peter, Christina and I. Read more.