Death is Stranger

Life is strange, but death is stranger. At least it seems that way to me since certain tastes and little peculiarities of my husband since his death appear to have transferred to me. These have certainly not been conscious acts; I am usually shocked to find myself behaving in such ways. How to explain my [...]

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One Year

Today has been one year since Jerry died. I don’t like to revisit unpleasantness, but want to mark this day in some way for such a wonderful husband and father. His presence when he entered a life, or even a room, changed those who experienced him forever. I am lucky to have been the one [...]

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A Strange Dead Cat

What do you do when a strange cat dies in your backyard? The big gray, furry thing lay at the edge of the fern all day, shifting positions only slightly when one of my cats came to the window or when I talked to him. And then late in the day he ceased all movement.. [...]

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Marilyn

I went to another funeral today. The skies were overcast and a cold wind was blowing, weather so unlike Marilyn. She was always smiling and beatific. Her daughter said in her remarks that her mother hated the “F word” and never used it, but once in the dark days of her breast cancer she looked [...]

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Hadley Hemmingway & Me

Hadley Hemmingway, Ernest’s first wife said this of him, according to her biographer: Meeting Hemmingway at a party in Chicago, she told Alice Sokoloff, was a great ‘explosion into life.’ He was the first person to see deeply into her true nature, and in a rueful irony, he helped her find the strong sense of [...]

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After

No coffee flavor wafts into the bedroom in the morning—  Cat fur coats his pillow—  The dinner dishes sit unmoved an hour later—  The small wad of cash in my purse is no longer enough—  It’s a darker dark when the power goes out—  Pockets have new purpose, holding keys and cash at times—  Short [...]

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Little Things

A house unchanged , a house totally changed. I have time, lots of time to sort through a lifetime of possessions and I move at the speed of one with a long, lazy road before her. There is no hurry to eradicate the past, to decide what is important and not. No hurry, yet it [...]

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MINE!

    Our cats Luther and Emma marking their scent on posters of “Daddy.”

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Three Women on a Dark Street

… the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting, often, of lights, streets, houses, human beings, beautiful or grotesque, which will weave itself into the moment for ever. Virginia Woolf   T minus 10, 9, 8, 7—   I grabbed my camera and [...]

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