On a recent afternoon, busy and content, I glanced out the window and saw that the sky had darkened. I thought, “Wow, it’s about to start sobbing.” Sobbing and not raining.  I wasn’t feeling like crying myself, not that I was aware of. Yet I had to wonder: Is this how I’m in touch with […] Read More

What killed Lindsey Graham struck my husband Bob Dick nine-and-a-half years ago. For about an hour and a half back then, I was pretty sure Bob was gone. The Night of the Explosion The ailment– aortic dissection at the ascending arch–is when the inner layer of the aorta breaks and blood starts ballooning the outer layer […] Read More

Dear Nicholas, I  just ran across an article that describes so well the weird kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder that has troubled me since age five: moral OCD, also known as scrupulosity. It’s the daily question: did I do something wrong? Identifying it as abnormal can be an enormous relief. I think a lot of people […] Read More

Dear Nicholas, I’ve found a book that’s helping me do much less self-berating and maybe a little less trying-too-hard. I read a paragraph every morning and I’m on my second time through it. I’m convinced that berating yourself (myself) is the only true waste of time–and is also destructive. The title does not do it […] Read More

Dear Nicholas, My first 76 years of life were decidedly free-wheeling. For one thing, I’ve been self-employed since 1972, setting my own schedules. For years, much of my work was far-flung travel writing. Moreover, I’ve never had responsibility for a child.  Domesticity has never been my thing. It has come as a surprise to me […] Read More

Dear Nicholas, There’s a special kind of pain in watching someone you love hurt. Likely all of us have had this experience. And there is no painkiller that touches the one watching their loved one in pain. If it’s prolonged and repeated, there comes a fierce tensing up in reaction, as if to defend him, […] Read More

Dear Nicholas, It’s not as if Bob and I are under fire in Gaza or Ukraine, but our week of household problems has been impressive. And sometimes non-life-and-death things, the household catastrophe, can really rattle a person. The title of this note could be: The Night The Waterbed Burst. I got up in the wee […] Read More

Dear Nicholas, I’ve learned that sadness and loss can make a person temporarily “stupid.” Not just for hours but for much longer. I thought I was the only one and that I was being weird to react this way. This time I have discovered that “stupid”  happens to lots of people who are mourning. I’ve […] Read More

Dear Nicholas, Some years ago when I was attempting to “get a grip,” I wrote down in a little blue notebook random bits of wisdom on how to live better. I carried it with me in my pocketbook. Some days I’d open the notebook at any page and let what I’d copied there influence that […] Read More

Dear Nicholas, In the midst of getting Husband Bob out of rehab and settled in at home for 24/7 care, I overheard my older stepson say of me, “She’s so strong it’s creepy.” Do I take this as a compliment, a criticism, a misunderstanding? How Could Anyone Think That? I’m not Iron Woman. I know […] Read More