I’m widowed and I don’t like my life. Stranded 2,000 miles from home with covid proved easier than facing the life that awaited me back home. Read more.
Widowed
Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.
Guo Pei’s Wearable Splendor (Wearable? Maybe Not. Splendid? Oh, Yes)
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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.
A Week With Fellow Writers — Surprising Me With Gifts
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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]
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]
Happily Married? One of You Is Going to Get Your Heart Broken
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.
My Deceased Husband’s Mail — I Like Getting It
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 — Coming at Me From the Stars
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.
Widowed. I’m Fine Until It’s Time to Go Home
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.