During the pandemic, while social expectations were temporarily suspended ... I spent a lot of time getting to know my post-loss self.

As a woman without a man, I must now figure out how to navigate the gender line if I wish to be heard.

“Cancer.” He said it matter-of-factly, like he was telling me I needed to replace the brakes on my car. Rod was in a recovery room after...

You do have control of you, and having a plan - any plan - is better than the alternative.

Each time you realize a loss or an end to something that you had shared together, there’s one less thing in the world that he had a part in

So it’s the first of the month. We have 12 of them every year. Get over it. Bah Humbug.

To borrow a phrase from the Grinch, Christmas became as foreign to me as the Whobilation was to him.

You might think, “Holidays are not lost; they’ll roll around right when they’re supposed to, ....” Yeah, like a steamroller.

“How are you doing?” ... Here’s what went through my head in that awkward silence between its asking and my responding.