My husband is dead. Forget “in lieu of.” I want the flowers. Read more.
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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.
My Husband Died, and Denial and Distraction Are My Go-To States for Now
My husband of 44 years died seven weeks ago. So far, I’ve used denial and distraction to keep my mind off the silence. 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.
It’s My Birthday and I’m Really Old. Dang! Sheltering at Home Week 26
Today’s my birthday, another year has blown past, and I can’t help noticing that I’m really old, and I’m going to die sooner than I’d like. Read more.
At 78, I Still Have a Lot of Living to Do — Do the Deciders Care? Sheltering at Home Week 8
I’m 78 and I still have a lot of living to do. But I’m feeling marginalized by the coronavirus deciders — corporate leaders, power brokers, TV pundits. Read more.
Sheltering at Home: Day Zero
The deadly COVID-19 virus is stalking the San Francisco Bay Area and authorities have ordered me and my neighbors to be sheltering at home starting now. Read more.