Making Your Own Memorial
Those of you who knew Terry Stoeckert—his students, colleagues, friends, family, residents of our apartment house, where he lived for 40 years, know we lost a good, very smart, generous, and loving man. Read More
Those of you who knew Terry Stoeckert—his students, colleagues, friends, family, residents of our apartment house, where he lived for 40 years, know we lost a good, very smart, generous, and loving man. Read More
My husband Terry takes good care of me. I got my first chance to appreciate how precious that was a year into our marriage when… Read More
This is what free women look like, and we have never seen them before. Read More
According to the press and our societal expectations, when an affair is revealed, the only vow that counts is the vow a man made to his wife. The promises made to the Other Woman are thrown in the trash. Read More
While my husband Terry was in Australia, I was at Kripalu for the weekend. There were yoga classes, meditations, a wild noon dance, an evening… Read More
My husband Terry is on a three-week Australian road trip with his best friend, and I took this opportunity to spend a weekend… Read More
Today was Thanksgiving. My daughter and I feasted at the assisted living home where my aunt Jean lives — a mild, merely warm repast. Jean… Read More
I had trouble getting to sleep on my first night alone, but once there, I slept longer than usual. I forget — were queen-sized beds… Read More
I have just kissed him good-bye, so I don’t miss him yet. He’s still sitting in the airport, or going through security. I’m grateful that… Read More