From Sunday Mourning...to Sunday Times

Four years ago, my name appeared in The New York Times: on the 13th line of my husband’s obituary.

Today it appears above the Modern Love essay I wrote about the journey from there…to here.

Marked the moment by gushing with Laurie , who stayed at my girlfriend’s in Atlanta last night. Mom and I bought Sunday editions from every Starbucks in a 10-mile radius. Over breakfast, my Dad might have admitted to being proud of me.    

The only person who could make this moment sweeter is the same person whose absence made this moment possible.