My husband is dead. Forget “in lieu of.” I want the flowers. Read more.
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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.
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.
I’ve Got Covid Arm. Good News? Sheltering at Home Week 48
Apparently, Covid arm is a thing. Lots of people who got the Moderna vaccine now have a big welt on their arm. We are a trendy group. Read more.
Oops. I Forgot to Do My Kegels. I Blame the Coronavirus. Sheltering at Home Week 46
Before the pandemic kept me from doing much driving, I did my Kegels whenever I stopped for a red light: Brake, pause. Kegel, Kegel, Kegel. Read more.
I’m Getting Ready to Die. Just in Case. Sheltering at Home Week 40
The coronavirus is out there. So I’m getting ready to die — starting with making sure my holiday gifts for my husband are wrapped and ready. Read more.