After my husband died, I felt like one of those spiraled shells washed upon the beach . . . Poke a straw through the twisting tunnel, around and around, and there is nothing there. No...

Since every death diminishes us a little, we grieve – not so much for the death as for ourselves

It’s wrenching enough to lose the man who is your lover, your companion, your best friend, the father of your children, without losing yourself as well.

Our society is set up so that most women lose their identities when their husbands die.