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.
ON THE FUNNY SIDE
Need some levity? Read on!
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.
There’s a Dandelion Growing on My Grave
We picked out a gravesite for Jon last month. And one for me. Jon’s grave was next to his sister’s. My grave had a dandelion growing on it. Read more.
Widowed, I’m Staying Put. And So Are My Bricks
I’m widowed, but I’m staying put for now. Also staying put are the charming old bricks in our backyard staircase. Read more.