The Paul Noth cartoon in the December 15, 2014 issue of The New Yorker shows two older women sitting at a bar. One of them…
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The Paul Noth cartoon in the December 15, 2014 issue of The New Yorker shows two older women sitting at a bar. One of them…
I’ve been wandering, ever since my husband Ted died at the end of September. It’s a stunningly weird time, without balance, without direction. And in…
I am having my annual panic attack. No, it is not because spring is arriving and I still haven’t put all my Christmas stuff away.…
This was the year, if ever there were one, to keep Christmas simple. In October (a full six months after my usual holiday shopping begins)…
My husband has a brain tumor, and I guess the universe didn’t think that his cancer, my chronic back problem, life in our Repair-of-the-Month farmhouse,…
My husband has a brain tumor. I would like to share some of this experience with you, except that any minute I will need to…
To all the wonderful food servers out there: Please stop asking: “Still working on it?” I am not working. I am eating. I realize it…
Today, at a fundraiser for cancer research, the homemade sign I carried seemed to be a hit. On one side was an upbeat, cheery “You…
There’s a lot of steam lately. And it’s not just from the summer temperatures. People are voicing and protesting their outrage of events, ranging from…
The Fat Lady Is Singing and It’s Still Not Over Oops. I have a blog. I keep forgetting. Since I am of advanced age, according…