Down by the East River, Blown by the Wind I am often asked why I chose to call myself bad widow. It’s astonishing to me how often people vehemently object to it. And even tell me that bad widow will have consequences, even lead to misunderstandings which could...
Spring is here and I have very mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I am grateful for an end to gray days when I don’t even want to get out of bed. The tables and chairs are out in the garden again and it’s a source of extreme sadness to me. One of...
