Suddenly widowed, Laura copes by spreading her Bloomberg journalist husband Mark Pittman’s ashes 31,152 miles across the USA and Canada on RV trips with their eyeball rolling teenagers where the pink steering wheel becomes her spiritual GPS. Not only does she come home with a rescue dog, but a belief in sunflowers upon discovering her husband’s journals.

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February 1, 2015

Pillow Talk

Note to Daughters Put Under Their Pillows This Morning: Look out the window and always say good morning to the world. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Be happy for what you have, don’t cry for what you want. Walk the dog. Don’t define yourself by others’ […]
January 25, 2015

Hey Baby, Love Your Brain Chip

A few years into the single life after being widowed, I realized most people just don’t want to be in committed relationships with each other so much anymore. Women say especially men. There’s not a lot of reason to when they can order up a new and different hottie in less […]
January 22, 2015

Drs RX for Winter Doldrums? Flying Squirrel Feces!

It’s official. I am bored with winter as we haven’t even had our first Nor’ Easter. We Upstate New Yorkers don’t feel it’s really winter until the first big one hits. Otherwise, it’s just cold outside with nothing to compare anything to. But hold onto your ski hats. We might get slammed this weekend, according […]
January 19, 2015

   
January 13, 2015

You’re Dead… Now What?

Hate to break the bad news but chances are you are going to die at some point in your life. If you’re a man, you’ll likely make it to 79.8. Women? It’s 82.2, according to the World Health Organization (WHO). Take that however you wish in terms of deciding how […]
January 3, 2015

Goodbye My Dear Beautiful Sister Friend Connie…

The girls and I normally skip town during the holidays to avoid all the happy families with their tutored children, Pottery Barn houses and organic free range turkey dinners. What’s worse is that everyone’s experience is served up ‘a la Facebook where we all get front row seats to each […]
December 20, 2014

I Slept With My Dead Husband Last Night

  Every time Mark was late, I imagined my husband riding dead on the train, slumped in the seat while commuters pushed past his limp legs until a conductor noticed he hadn’t moved. The police wouldn’t have to say a word as they stood on my doorstep, looking down at their […]
December 19, 2014

The Kardashians Can Kiss My A!

  To know thyself well is to understand that doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results is idiotic. That’s why New Year’s resolutions typically don’t stick and we why we find ourselves back where we started. It’s part of the human condition called life.   […]
December 15, 2014

I Fired My Kids Last Week! But Look At My Angel Now!

  It’s said that the sun will always come out tomorrow unless you live at our house. Then every morning is greeted in practically the same way: with teenage venom.   Even if I hired a harpist to play golden sunshiny music to lull them awake; a butler to deliver beautiful sunflowers, […]
December 10, 2014

My Friend David Won’t Die!

You can’t die from a broken heart, meaning it may feel as though the pain will never go away, but eventually, it does.   This is what I told a despondent friend who recently learned his boyfriend had been cheating on him with his best friend’s brother. How quaint…   As David sat crying […]
November 21, 2014

I Threw My Husband’s Sheets in the Garbage Today

Early on, everything reminded me of Mark because I needed everything to remind me of my late husband. Touch, move, or clean something that he touched or moved (he rarely cleaned) and I could feel my muscles tighten as I asked to please not take his coat off the chair […]
November 12, 2014

Please Call Me An Only Parent, Not a Single Mom

As I straddle the role of being both mother and father, disciplinarian and softie, I learn that we are still a family despite ourselves. My friends call me Mr. Laura, although the politically correct term for a widow is what I call being an only parent.   You see, single […]
November 1, 2014

Forgive Me God, For I…

Forgive Me God, For I … Hate Farmers Markets. There, I said it.  I can count the number of times I’ve been to a farmers market on one hand, even though our adorable little Hudson River village holds a really great one every Saturday and everyone goes. It’s the place […]
October 28, 2014

I Had the Most Romantic Date Last Weekend…

I had the most romantic date last weekend…   Even though it was the first time we ever met, it felt like I had reunited with a long-lost friend. Perhaps he had gone to war or moved away for business or something. All I know is he felt gone, but […]
October 22, 2014

AA for Dead People

Groucho Marx put it best in saying he didn’t care to belong to any club that would have him as a member. I felt the exact opposite when I was approached this spring to be on the board of the Bereavement Center of Westchester. It has been an absolute honor to serve […]