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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.

My fiance had no middle name. When we married, I asked, would he like to take my name to fill the empty spot in the middle of his? Read more.

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.

Things were looking good last week. We watched the Inauguration. We had our first restaurant meal in nearly a year. And we got our shots. Read more.

We’re nothing like that happy family photo we send with our holiday card each year. Our photo rejects reveal we are a testy, scrappy lot. Read more.

How to hang a quilt? We had a beautiful, handstitched quilt that felt like a voice from the past. Here’s what we did with it. Read more.

Thanks to the coronavirus, my husband hasn’t had a haircut in six months. It turns out he’s not bald after all. He’s got hair, lots of it. Read more.