Last weekend, I wrote an article for Thrive Global about being a caregiver for my mother-in-law. I was also primary caregiver for my husband, David as he battled Stage 4 pancreatic cancer from October 2015 to September 2016. During this pandemic and social distancing...
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...
A few days ago, a friend of mine texted me and asked how I was. “Sad,” I replied. “Come out for a drink,” he invited and I did, to a Greek restaurant with live music, instruments and singers. My friend had been away on business and visiting...
When I speak, I often say, “Prepare to die by preparing to live.” And someone in the audience ALWAYS says, “Say that again.” But I mean something different than you might think. Because I know, better than many people, that sometimes time runs...
Grief brain is real. As real as cancer brain or baby brain. As a caregiver, I tracked medications, appointments, side effects and everything that did not have to do with those urgent activities got shoved out of my brain. Weeks could go by, either in a flash or...
