Talk to My Deceased Husband? I Can’t Do It
Talk to my deceased husband? Some widows can. Not me. I can’t talk to Jon without going to that awful place where he is no more. Read more.
Halloween — A Day for the Dead
In the spirit of Día de Muertos, I’m making this Halloween a day for the dead: I’m publishing a story or two told about Jon at his interment. Read more.
Widowed: Who Will Look After Me Now That Jon Is Gone?
Jon was the one I could count on for rides to car repair shops and colonoscopies. Who will look after me now? Read more.
Widowed: Do I Stay or Do I Move?
Have I turned into one of those stubborn old women who refuses to leave her house? Read more.
Two Big Things to Do Before You Die (Your Dear Ones Will Thank You)
As I see it, there are two big, big things to do before you die. Take photos of yourself, lots of them. And write your own obituary. Read more.
When a Widow Laughs. Or, a Backyard Work in Progress
Standing in the mess that is our backyard, talking and laughing with the landscaping crew, I wonder: Is it OK when a widow laughs? Read more.