More Than a Bargain

He wanted to know how many hours of ‘juice” I had on my laptop before needing to plug in, a friendly kind of question. Recovering from a recent stroke, my compatriot’s steps were tentative and safe, considering his new reality. Hie wife or partner stayed close and vigilant. We were in Starbucks, although it was… Continue reading More Than a Bargain

Dreaming of Chocolate Pudding

It’s an interesting thing, becoming a widow and feeling everything about your physical self, shift. I remember walking through the grocery store, when Alan was sick, gathering up edibles in the form of pudding and things that were white or clear. For several months after he died, I wondered if anyone noticed I was now… Continue reading Dreaming of Chocolate Pudding