Widowed: Dancing Makes Me Cry.
Dancing makes me cry. When I joined a Zumba class the other day, I stayed at the back of the class, because I knew there would be tears. Read more.
Do We Live in a Pointless Universe? I Need to Know
The more comprehensible the universe seems, the more it seems a pointless universe, said Nobel laureate physicist, Steven Weinberg. 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.
Widowed: Her Stolen Car Came Back, but My Husband Didn’t . . . And All Shall Be Well?
The same death that took Jesus took my husband. Can we say then that all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well? Read more.
When Someone Dies, Send Flowers
My husband is dead. Forget “in lieu of.” I want the flowers. Read more.
A Hopeful Realist Is Keeping Me Company These Days
I like to think of Geoff Machin as a hard-headed realist. A hard-headed — hopeful — realist is just the right company for me these days. Read more.
My Husband Died, and Denial and Distraction Are My Go-To States for Now
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.
Jonathan Newhall. My Husband of Forty-Four Years
Friends and readers. I am so sad to report that my dear husband of 44 years, Jonathan Newhall, died last week. Here is his obituary. Read more.
The Homeless — What They Really Need From Us (A Little PB&J, a Lot of Love)
Their mission trip to Texas cancelled by the pandemic, the youth of a church in California turned to making PB&J sandwiches for the homeless. Read more.
Christmas — It Ain’t Over Till the Wise Men Show
Christmas isn’t over till the Wise Men show up. So for folks who still aren’t ready for Christmas, no problem. They’ve got till January 6. Read more.