I’ve spent evenings with songwriter Leonard Cohen and gone to bed with poet John Donne. I want to say, ‘John Donne, meet Leonard Cohen.’ Read more.
Widowed
Jon died unexpectedly at the age of 79. I thought we'd have many more years together. We won't.
What to Do With My Late Husband’s Winter Coat?
I wanted to keep my late husband’s winter coat. It let me feel close to him. But the weather was turning cold. Someone needed that coat. Read more.
The Little Tug That Could — Cross an Ocean. Scott Newhall and the Eppleton Hall
Scott Newhall and the Eppleton Hall: A doughty San Francisco crew sails an English paddlewheel across the Atlantic and on to California. Read more.
My New Year’s Resolution — Do Less. Not More. Subtract!
Now that I’m widowed, my to-do lists are twice as long as they used to be. So I’m turning tradition on its head and making my New Year’s resolution — do less! Read more.
Widowed: Caught in the Time Warp of Grief
Widowed: I Got Caught in the Act of Crying for My Husband
I came home to what I thought was an empty house but, widowed, I got caught in the act of crying for my husband. Noisily. Read more.
A Widow’s Christmas Card — Where’s Jon When I Need Him Most?
My first widow’s Christmas card — my husband isn’t here to compose the poem and photoshop the card. How do I pull it off without him? Read more.