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I became a widow the morning of April 7, 2021 at 5:37 AM. Since two AM I watched and listened to my husband of nearly 45 years struggle with labored breathing. I knew he wasn’t in any pain — probably the only positive about end-stage renal disease. I called the nurse because I sensed his breathing changed from earlier. Sarah came and started another course of morphine to make it easier, but then she awakened me at 3 AM to tell me he was in his last stage of life.

I can’t imagine having gone through this without the help…

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What will I wake up to?

Are we as a country still in one piece, or has our patchwork unraveled even further?

Will transition hopefully go peacefully?

I don’t know and I can’t guess…all I am doing is replaying possible scenarios in my head, and none of them are positive. I know I’m not the only one awake in the early hours.

No answers, no complete returns. I’m ready for that. I’m sort of ready for all the posturing from both sides. I am not prepared to see armed men (and yes, some women while we still have some rights)…

First Bus Trip in Several Decades, Selfie by the Author

It started innocently enough. (Don’t they all?) I would take the city bus, a half-mike from my apartment complex, and just ride it around downtown Burlington to see where exactly it goes and where I can get on and off and explore.

Simple plan.

The weather is gorgeous now and I’m tired of being cooped up in the apartment, trying to do nothing but loose ends. It’s been seven weeks since my husband died. I need to take baby steps forward.

Getting out of the apartment isn’t as easy as I expected. I am so used to hubby doing the…

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It’s 7:30 Wednesday morning. I’m worried about the week ahead, forgetting, of course, that today’s only Wednesday. Grief screws with time in limitless ways; I keep thinking it’s Saturday.

I’m supposed to meet a neighbor at 10 AM to get vegetables to plant because it’s supposed to rain the next two days and I need to get started on the garden, so I’m not sure I can stay with Kathy on Thursday and Friday to enjoy the budding lilacs that we missed the last two years, but I still have to figure out groceries, which I can probably do on…

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Agape has been my word for the past four years: practicing loving kindness and compassion. Over eight months into the first year, I thought I was doing pretty well. I was enjoying people, smiling more, giving compliments, feeling more relaxed, always saying thank you…I was riding high.

But — sometimes it’s the smallest of things that make you realize how far you have to go to achieve the true meaning of this word.


That’s what triggered me that I wasn’t doing as well as I thought. I was trying to get off phone lists and invoke the “do not…

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Linda Moran

Renaissance woman, teacher, fiber artist, lover of history and mathematics, and world citizen;

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