I never have plans for the future as you never know how things will turn out.

Also, in a funny way, if you have been happily married there are no unresolved areas, nothing to prove to yourself after the other dies.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

There is a vast difference between how things seem from the outside and how they feel on the inside.

It sounds like something on a very trite T-shirt, but life is what happens.

And, in a funny way, each death is different and you mourn each death differently and each death brings back the death you mourned earlier and you get into a bit of a pile-up.

Sometimes...we don't want to feel like a postmodern, postfeminist, overstretched woman but, rather, a domestic goddess, trailing nutmeggy fumes of baking pie in our languorous wake.