Two years after my husband died, I was driving along a country road deep in thought. Suddenly I realized I was lost. As I turned my car around in the middle of nowhere, I came face to face with a huge tree. It was half dead half alive. I sat in my car staring at this remarkable looking tree. One half was full of bright green bushy leaves; the other half had bare almost dead branches. "That is me!" I told myself. That is exactly how I feel without Steve. Half dead...half alive.

I grabbed the best bedroom at the beach house for you, vacationing single women and men everywhere, who have been relegated to the bunk bed, the twin bed, the princess bed, the bed shaped like an airplane, the Spiderman-sheeted bed, the blow-up mattress that slowly leaks, so by morning there is only deflated polyurethane between [...]