The Misadventures of Widowhood

  First off let me say that because I’ve been a widow or a caregiver to a stroke survivor who couldn’t go anywhere by himself or handle mone...

Every February since my husband died I buy myself a heart-shaped box of Whitman’s candy, the sampler sizes with three or six pieces inside...

A dozen scrambled thoughts are going on inside my head and only a 1,000 written words to share them here. I'll start by recounting some...

After a long stretch of dreary winter days, Valentine’s Day was so bright and beautiful I had to put sunglasses on as I drove home fr...