Billie reads a poem from her book and talks about how creativity helps her adapt to isolation and protect her mental health during the pandemic.
It took me years to figure out how to move forward after becoming a widow. That word felt like a black letter W tattooed on my forehead.
It has taken me a long time to learn how to process grief because it is part of my brain and my biology, the dark shadow of lost love.
When my husband realized he had only a few months to live he told me he thought we should plan his death like a wedding because it was just as important.