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When Love Was Young And New For Me
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Almost Three Years After My Wife's Death
An update on life after widowhood. Life after the death of my wife.
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"I Know Exactly How You Feel"
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Nine months without my wife
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CHILDREN DON’T HAVE TO COME FIRST – BY A CHILD WHO DID NOT COME FIRST
I am now 41 years old. I have one parent left, and that’s my mother. My father died when I was 14, and my stepfather, who married my mother when I was 15, died when I was 39. That obviously means Mama’s been widowed twice, a fate I would not...
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I Came Out Of The Closet To Find Myself In A House With A White Picket Fence
In 1993, I was 18 years old. I had lived in the same small town for all 18 of those years. In the South. In Texas, particularly. I was also single, frustrated, gay, and scared out of my mind about the idea of coming out of the closet to my family...