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Those Sinkholes Called Holidays

More than six years later, I still panic at the thought of holidays as a widow…without Lev. Frankly, nothing can make me happy, because I want the holidays to be like they used to be–when he was alive. Joyce Carol Oates named them well–sinkholes–and the poet Elizabeth Alexander used the…

 

Bumps in the Road

Here on Nantucket for the summer, my great fear when I’m alone on the streets after dark is not the perceived threat of someone lurking in a dark corner ready to assault me or snatch my purse. It’s the fear of stumbling on the old brick sidewalks and cobblestone streets….

 

Nantucket, My Happy Place

Sanctuary: A sacred place, a safe haven. Nantucket. In my new role as widow, I first found joy that lasted more than a moment when I visited Nantucket in 2013. I discovered a serene, tranquil beauty here that caused my spirit to soar and led me to re-evaluate and ultimately…

 

Safe Solo Travel to London

Today, on my second day in London, I reread my 14 Tips for Safe Solo Travel, which I posted last September. I am surprised by how many items on the list I did instinctively as I prepared for this trip. Seven years later, solo travel comes naturally. Find a friend…

 

Nous Sommes Tous Les Parisiens

We are all Parisians I am a Francophile. I love all things French–the arts and architecture, the food, the land, the people. My love affair probably began at birth…in New Orleans, that most French of all American cities. In college I concentrated on France in my history major and studied…

 

A Day of Remembrance

9/11 is one of those dates marked indelibly in memory, one of those dates when we immediately remember where we were and what we were doing when we got the word. Lev and I were drinking coffee and reading the newspaper when our daughter called. “Turn on the TV. A…