Widow Life Crisis

At 32 years old, I lost my husband, Don, after we'd been married just two months. 

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After Don died, I fell into the arms of a good friend, Tony, who had been diagnosed with cancer just a few days before my wedding. We became inseparable. Tony died nearly a year later.

I'm a writer, for fun and for money. I write to make sense of my grief and my tragicomedy of a life. 

I am irreverent sometimes. I'm highly emotional and analytical. I curse a lot. Culturally, I am Jewish, and spiritually, I'm firmly agnostic. I don't believe in hiding my feelings or putting on a brave face unless absolutely necessary.