I wrote this piece in 2016, six months after my husband died. I’m reprising it today (with edits) to launch my writing on Stubstack. There is so much information coming at us these days, so much of it highlighting the terror which is our patterned response to everything unprecedented and uncertain. Which the future always… Read more »
So much for my resolution to stop lobbing f-bombs. This piece is for Phyllis Ring, whose superpower is kindness. She’s crazy good at it. There is a point in my husband’s memorial service I think about often. I’ve just arrived at the podium to give his eulogy. My feet — I can’t figure out where to… Read more »
Today is the winter solstice. Christmas is in four days. My main goal right now is to not be a horrible person out loud. Here in New Hampshire, the path of daylight is like a roller coaster ride that only goes down the big drops or up the big hills. We lose (or gain) up… Read more »
Gifts from beyond the Amtrak Quiet Car. Brothers and Sisters, Let us take a moment to grieve this first Hanukkah without the offerings of The Latke King. Never was there a Goy so skilled in the frying of these, the most important potatoes of the year. He raised the Latke to such an art form,… Read more »
Happy Already In The Happiest Place On Earth My friend Chris loves Disneyland. Loves, loves LOVES Disneyland. He’s the kind of still-in-love with Disneyland that makes it even more magical to be there with him. Ask him what was the best job he ever had and he’ll tell you about taking a job bartending at the Disneyland… Read more »
What was the Buddha laughing at anyway? There is nothing in this world more precious than a well-timed fart joke. Let me quickly tell you why lest I anger the deities of high comedy with my impudence. On July 13th of this year, in the midst of my husband’s final days, as he began the… Read more »
Whom I met at the hospital during my husband’s last stay. Well, “met” is stretching it a little. I realize that when celebrities or public figures actually have to conduct the business of their lives, by you know, leaving the privacy of their homes and doing stuff, the interface becomes a little awkward. There isn’t… Read more »
Grief has a thousand faces. Right now mine wears a pair of Groucho glasses. On August 8th, my husband and partner of twenty years died of stomach cancer. Our eldest turned 13 three days before he died. Our youngest was 11. Those are some of the facts. Everything else, is experience. Trying to describe my experience,… Read more »
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