Abigail Carter: the Alchemy of Loss: A Young Widow’s Transformation

Lately, I’ve been trying out a new dating site, OKCupid. Its free which is nice, and well organized. They have a perplexing array of questions that you answer (very eHarmony-esque), which they use along with some complicated algorithm to find you matches. I’ve had a few dates from it...

Its my birthday and I can write what I want to… “Sex” and “widow” are not words you often hear together. Bit of an oxymoron actually. And yet. Its been a dry spell, so maybe this topic is on my mind more that it ought to be. I am pretty...

The shiny black tables were smooth, the light dim, the group from LA beside us grew rowdier so we moved to a table near an open window overlooking the alley below, wondering why we hadn’t moved sooner since the cool breeze relieved us of the bar’s stuffiness. We watched...

I guess it had to happen some time, but its a first. It was strange though, because I think it was a set up. Tall, dark and handsome, too-good-to-be-true with Villa in Italy, winks, makes a last minute suggestion for a drink. I decline. A few days pass, another...

It seems that along with the perils of blogging and online dating comes the online break-up, sometimes as an indirect result of a post. My last blog-post opened an email dialogue between Seattle and Hawaii (where CHA is on a long visit) that I hadn’t anticipated. Some issues had...

You may remember that I spoke not too long ago with a woman who was an astrologer/medium who talked quite a bit about past lives, which played quite nicely into a piece of fiction I have been working on. Jo’ann suggested during the reading that I read a book...

My friend Theo Nestor has just written an essay on dating as a widow for Match.com based on an interview we did together. Thought some of you might be interested. ...

Sitting in a car, that was parked in a ferry slicing across the Puget Sound on a sunny mother’s day, he looked at me with a pained expression. We had spent a night on Vashon together with Carter and I had made a gaffe. Sleeping arrangements were taking us...

It began innocently. Carter playing a game on my iPhone impatient to go to an appointment he didn’t want to go to because he didn’t want to miss school. Who WAS this child? The text message that popped up was meant for my eyes only. Carter’s eyes widened. I...

Spring blooms in every colour of green imaginable outside my office window and I am reminded of new life. In Greek, Vios means life and is the place where I held hands over dinner, discovering life again for the first time. Vios is one of my favorite restaurants in...