I once went on a date with a spider. I was supposed to be on a date with a man, but the spider was the only thing I could think about. For days.

After 32 years of marriage I’m pretty skeptical of monogamy, but maybe that’s because I tried it and it didn’t work.

Eight years after my husband died, every man I saw had a checkbox beside his face. Would I or wouldn’t I? Under the right circumstances, I might.