The meaning of life? It’s not lofty thoughts or expansive projects that get me out of bed in the morning. It’s my to-do list. Read more.
Widowed
Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.
My Years Are Numbered. Give Me Those Blossoms — Now
My years are numbered. Who knows, I might be at the point where I’ve got more money than time. Give me the plant that’s ready to bloom — now. Read more.
Widowed and Lonely
I want friends and family to think I’m doing just fine, even though I’m not. The truth is, I’m widowed and lonely. Don’t miss.
What to Say to a Widow
What to say to a widow? Here’s a tip: If the widow in question is me — tell me a true story about my husband. Read more.
Old and Getting Older — The Octogenarian and the Four-Year-Old
Some old people, including me, are a lot like little kids. We like to brag about how old we are. Read more.
People Don’t Die Anymore — They Pass
People don’t die anymore — they “pass.” Otherwise sophisticated, hard-headed people are resorting to euphemisms when the subject is death. Read more.
I’ve Been Widowed Two Years. Now What?
I’ve been widowed two years. What’s next? Anything? My future feels as blank and inscrutable as it did those first months after Jon’s death. Read more.