Widowed, I celebrated his birthday without him — with two birthday cupcakes, one for him and one for me. Because there were still two of us. Read more.
DON'T MISS!
I've written hundreds and hundreds of posts over the years. To help you find your way to the best of the best, I've tagged my favorites "Don't Miss!" Scroll down here to find them.
Another way to locate Riffs on Life that you might enjoy is to click above on your favorite category – "My Ever-Changing Family," perhaps, or "Funny Button." You can also use the search box located way up top to hunt for stories by topic. There's fun reading at "garden," "aging," "kids" and, of course, "Jon."
Beware. The Decluttering Craze Could Leave You Holding the Designer Handbag.
Everybody’s decluttering, including my friends and family, and sometimes other people’s unwanted stuff ends up on my doorstep. Read more.
Widowed: Our Love Is Immortal (Seriously!)
Jon may be gone, but our love is immortal. Hear me out. I promise I’m not going to get all cheesy and sentimental on you. Read more.
Widowed: It’s Been a Year and He’s Still Gone
Yes, I am widowed — it’s been a year and he’s still gone. But I keep thinking he’ll be back any minute. Read more.
Dying. It’s What We Do These Days
I see that it’s not going to let up, this dying thing. I’m 80 years old now. I’m getting older and so are all my friends. Read more.
Grievance and Outrage — Good in Small Doses
Grievance and outrage have soured American discourse, public and private, for the past five years. And, yes, I find that outrageous. Read more.
Widowed: I Called Tech Support and Got Ageism
I called tech support and got ageism. ‘Why don’t you get someone younger to help you?’ said the otherwise very nice techie. Read more.