The other day, a post-Maggie friend asked how I became so well adjusted, having put all the stuff that happened behind me. I was careful not to snort my drink through my nose upon hearing her well-intended question; such a reaction might have been confusing to her. When I asked what she meant, she described how she thought I had such a great…
being changed by widowhood
Plot Point
One of the things I’ve maintained since Ian died is a theatre subscription with a couple of friends. It gives me an opportunity to flex the grey-matter and escape to other worlds. Over the weekend I went to a show I’d been looking forward too in terms of performer and composer. It was a short, caberet style show and was a fantastic showcase for…