5 mn read Nadja was my second wife, and I her second husband. We were very happy together for 30 years when she was diagnosed with uterine cancer in India.
14 mn read Over the past couple of years, I have had to share – with my partner, sister and other family members – the grim and heart-breaking task of clearing our parents’ house, selling it and saying goodbye to well over 40 years of memories.
5 mn read My worst fear had just happened – my husband was dead, we’d had no kids, and I was left alone in the world. Aged 54, too old to be a young widow, too young to be an old one.
7 mn read I am 64, and entering into the terrain of my own drawing-closer mortality – yet talking about death is still forbidden. Sex is so much more out in the open. Death is the last taboo
8 mn read So we are selling up and have to clear all your stuff from the attic. The boys brought it down from the attic to what used to be Kitty’s room.
3 mn read I’ve just turned 49. I can hardly believe it. I feel young, often mischievous (close friends call me that) and alert in spirit, and yet, 49 is not considered young in body anymore…