Yet Another Miracle Last summer hubs got mystifyingly ill. Although we suspected some strain of Covid, he was never tested and the doctors he saw were unwilling to make that…
Yellow Butterfly From the third-floor French doors I watch a pair of yellow butterflies chase each other around a summer breeze and think to myself, one of them could be…
Contemplating Widowhood A few months ago, my husband got sick. We don’t know with what, and although he was never tested, we suspect it was some strain of Covid. Three…
I was raised by frugal parents who were always concerned about the bills. How much water we used, i.e., you’re taking too long in the shower. We had to clean…
My Favorite Things - The Vase A few weeks before Christmas my husband broke a piece of glassware that came to me after my favorite aunt Maxine passed. She…
From where he sits on the sofa, Vivaldi on the portable CD player next to him, he sees everything but can make sense of nothing. His home gleams. Not a spot of dust anywhere. His wife, with nothing else to do but care for him, has become obsessive. Dust she can control. A husband whose mind deteriorates a little more each day is beyond her.
Between father and daughter: “I’m who I am because of you.” Meghan McCain gives a heartfelt, emotional eulogy for her late father, Senator John McCain. Through her tears she shares…