When my husband passed away, he took the family encyclopedia with him. Fun facts, handy info, and beloved family stories went with him. Read more.
Widowed
Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.
When Someone Dies, Send Flowers
My husband is dead. Forget “in lieu of.” I want the flowers. Read more.
I Hated My Pandemic Hair. A Daughter to the Rescue. Sheltering at Home
My daughter had never cut anyone’s hair, ever. But my flyaway pandemic hair needed cutting. So I took a chance. The results were smashing. Read more.
Not Enough Rain. Not Enough Stories About My Husband.
I wish I’d written more stories about my husband. But he was a good guy, and our marriage didn’t generate a lot of bloggable drama. Read more.
Would My Husband Like to Take My Name?
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.
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.