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 »
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 »
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