The exuberant summer foliage we witnessed at Abbott’s Lagoon the other day felt like a gift . . .  from somewhere. A tossed bouquet. Read more.

Widowed: Shouldn’t I Be Over It by Now?

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After more than two years of being widowed, shouldn’t I be over it by now? I’m not. The universe has tilted and it has yet to right itself.  Read more.

Tint My Eyebrows? It’s an Existential Question

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It’s an existential question I’ve been asking myself lately: do I go gentle into that good night — or do I tint my eyebrows?  Read more.

Widowed: The Meaning of Life? It’s on My To-Do List

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The meaning of life? It’s not lofty thoughts or expansive projects that get me out of bed in the morning. It’s my to-do list.  Read more.

In Defense of Pink

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In defense of pink: Pink is a legitimate color. It deserves respect. It’s not teal. It’s not periwinkle. It is pink, and it has a lot to give.  Read more.

A Meditation for Holy Week: An Afterlife Where Time Does Not Exist?

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Eternal life? That’s got to be boring as hell. How about an afterlife where time does not exist, that’s outside of time as we know it?  Read more.