I’m a Widow. Was This Guy Asking Me for a Date?
It was just a friendly chat with a stranger out walking his dog. But then I thought, “I’m a widow. Was this guy asking me for a date?” Read more.
The Question of Flowers: Are They — Are We — Works of Art?
Flowers, by their very nature, never seem troubled to me, or even ruffled. Area they — are we — works of art? Read more.
Widowed: The Superman at My House
The Superman we spotted on Hollywood Boulevard was gorgeous. But Jon, my husband, was the man for me. He was the Superman at my house. Read more.
I Said Hello to My Deceased Husband — Finally
I said hello to my deceased husband’s photo the other day — and for once I did not collapse into tears at the sight of his face. Read more.
Barbie — Sex Object or Blank Slate?
Barbie: A sex object? Or a blank slate for girls to project their dreams on? Neither, if your daughter wants a doll who can fight dragons. Read more.
Is It OK to Kill Stuff? Yes, If It’s a Mosquito or a Eucalyptus Tree
Is it OK to kill stuff? I couldn’t kill the spider lurking in my shower. But I can kill invasive eucalyptus trees and dive-bombing mosquitoes. Read more.
My Front Yard — It’s a Happening Place
My front yard — it’s a happening place. Life forms are shooting up all over it, greedily taking up their allotted space in the universe. Read more.
What Is Beauty? It’s Seeing the World for the First Time — At Abbott’s Lagoon
