It's been too long, way too long, since Steph and I played bingo. She loved bingo. It's kooky how much she loved bingo. When the ide...

 It's been four years since Stephanie died. I don't write about her much any more, because most of it's already been said, seve...

Sometimes people say that I took care of Stephanie during her last years, and I guess I did so I don't argue. Sure, I drove her to docto...

When she was thinking things over, Stephanie liked to chew ice cubes. She did a lot of thinking, and could easily go through a full tray of ...

After the worst day in the world, Stephanie's body was cremated, and the funeral parlor handed me her ashes in a cheap but nice black ca...

When Stephanie & I lived in Kansas City circa 2001, we bought two air conditioners when we couldn't afford even one. We were new to...

Prepping for the move is a lot of work, and it's sad to be packing memories, or giving them to charity, or sometimes, unavoidably, tossi...

This is difficult. This is the most difficult thing since she died. I'm healthy but old, and as the end inevitably approaches, I belong ...

Every day without her is awful, because she's gone. But also, every day is amazing, with at least something and often many things to tha...

  For years we lived in what’s supposed to be the living room of this apartment, because it's bigger than the bedroom, and has a better...