What’s a good name for a grandma? No cute nicknames for me. If I was to be a grandmother, I wanted the time-honored title that goes with it. Read more.
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Widowed: Yes, It Does Get Easier, Sad to Say
Does life ever get easier for the widowed? Yes, it does, sad to say. For some, the fading of that intense grief feels like yet another loss. Read more.
I’m a Widow. Was This Guy Asking Me for a Date?
It was just a friendly chat with a stranger out walking his dog. But then I thought, “I’m a widow. Was this guy asking me for a date?” Read more.
Widowed: Shouldn’t I Be Over It by Now?
After more than two years of being widowed, shouldn’t I be over it by now? I’m not. The universe has tilted and it has yet to right itself. Read more.
Tint My Eyebrows? It’s an Existential Question
It’s an existential question I’ve been asking myself lately: do I go gentle into that good night — or do I tint my eyebrows? Read more.
Widowed: The Meaning of Life? It’s on My To-Do List
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.
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.