It’s Okay to Eat by Yourself
After forty years of marriage, the freedom was at times exhilarating, but when I came home, nobody was waiting for me. The house was as quiet as snow. I wasn’t prepared for this—how could I be?
After forty years of marriage, the freedom was at times exhilarating, but when I came home, nobody was waiting for me. The house was as quiet as snow. I wasn’t prepared for this—how could I be?
Balancing grief with the need to persevere, many of these widows say that faith and community have helped them through their darkest hours.
In commemoration of the first anniversary of October 7, we asked readers to tell us how they were impacted by a day that will live on forever in our hearts and souls.
I live with my parents and my children on a peninsula between the Pacific Ocean and Sydney Harbor. The weather is temperate, never cold and hardly ever hot. The beaches are pristine; people dream of their next saltwater dive and their property values. For thirty years I was ten thousand miles from this Eden […]