I was minding my own business, singing my lungs out along with Pandora on the way home from dropping off my friend Mindy at O’Hare when I saw the oncoming Nissan SUV swerve into my lane, clippin...Read More
Yesterday I turned 45. It’s my third birthday since Ken died, and it’s also a date that will forever fall two weeks after the profound date of his death. The dates have been so emotionally...Read More
I woke up yesterday morning to what was the twelfth anniversary of when I met Ken–when my life changed direction in the subtlest yet most dramatic of ways. I knew it was coming but as it got clo...Read More
Working on one’s will is a kind of drudgery that I know is important, but nonetheless depressing. I’ve been putting it off for a while–since Ken died when everything changed, literal...Read More
[Ken named our 2002 Prius “Gypsy” because of the female GPS voice that guided us from location to location.] Yesterday did’t turn out at all as I expected it to. Funny how some days ...Read More
I love autumn. It’s my favorite season–in spite of what it is the harbinger of here in the Midwest. It’s the crisp earthy smell in the air, the vibrant colors of the changing leaves,...Read More
Changing things around the apartment is a tricky business for me. Leaving things as they were when Ken was alive offers some kind of security–or maybe a kind of certainty that he was here–...Read More
(Me and the Peanut on Tuesday) This week I made a date to head to the <insert gasp here> suburbs to visit my friend Anna and her husband for a very special reason: to meet their one-month old da...Read More
I wasn’t surprised as I’ve felt so confident and content over the last couple of weeks–particularly since adding Kalpurnia Kismet to my family that it might be followed with a grief ...Read More
(Our first Pride Day together in 2001. Notice Ken’s (l) nail bling.) This week I watched “Out & Proud in Chicago” on WTTW, our local PBS station. It was riveting. I always love a...Read More