Monday, September 22, 2025

A New Season

Today is the first official day of autumn. It's a new season of the year. And it's a new season of life for me and my family. 

I feel like I turned a corner this past week, like I moved into a new stage of grief. I'm starting to come out of the initial fog and learning to function again. Instead of blindly fumbling my way through the daily tasks of living, I'm doing things with thought and purpose. I'm able to look further than just getting through the day, than just getting through the week. I think I'm starting to be ready to look at life ahead. 

That's not to say that everything is easy. I still cry at little things, and sometimes at nothing in particular. I still dread having to deal with all the household tasks of shutting down the summer things and starting up the winter things. I'm still overwhelmed by everything that needs to get done. I still live in fear that I'll miss something important and there will be horrible consequences. I still feel sad when I think of our children's future life events and the fact that he won't be here to share them. I still feel lonely and broken at the thought of my life when my children are grown and my retirement looks nothing like the joyous retirement we had planned together. 

But even my sadness is not the bleak hopelessness that it was. It is becoming the sadness of acceptance rather than the sadness of fear and loss. It is the sadness of knowing I can go on without him rather than the sadness of not knowing how I could possibly go on without him. Life always gives us choices, but they aren't always the choices we want. I was not given the choice of growing old with him, but I may be given the choice of growing old without him. I have the choice of accepting my future - whatever it may be - with grace, with appreciation, with hopefulness, with a positive outlook; or of fighting against it with anger, with a sense of betrayal, with hopelessness, with a negative outlook. Just like I chose love for my husband, I choose grace and appreciation for the gift of the rest of my life. 

Before we got married, we talked about how we would always love each other, even if there were times when we didn't like each other. People can't choose how they feel, but they can choose how they act, and love is as much (or more) actions than it is feelings. Being human, we knew there would be times when we would drive each other up a wall. And we did. But we always chose to treat each other with love and with respect, and that carried us through the petty frustrations of day-to-day life as husband and wife. In the same way, I can choose how I act in response to my feelings of grief. I can live my life in a way that honors him and carries on his legacy, encouraging our children to grow into the fine adults we were raising them to be together, continuing to give generously of my time and talents to worthy causes, and doing all I can to make the world a better place. Or I can give in to my grief and close myself off to the world, refusing to celebrate the things he loved, not caring about the causes he supported, standing behind my children with less than my full energy and enthusiasm and encouragement. 

It would be so very easy to give in to the sadness. It is still a conscious effort to get out of bed every morning, when every fiber of my being just wants to curl up in the blankets and ignore the world. But that's not what he would want for me. It takes an enormous amount of mental and emotional energy to continuously keep up with my children's schoolwork and extracurricular activities, as well as their mental and emotional health. But that is what we agreed together that we wanted for our family. It is still overwhelming and terrifying to be fully in charge of everything about our home and property and finances and lives. But I learned so much from him, including his confidence in my capabilities, so not to fully step into and embrace that role would be dishonoring to him and to us as a team. 

So I choose the harder but better option. I choose to celebrate the life that I have, even if it isn't the one I would have chosen. I choose to live for my children when I don't feel like living for myself. I choose to continue striving to leave the world a better place than I found it. After all, in his 62 years of life, that's what he did. And even though I have no idea how many years I will have on this earth, I will do my best to do the same. 

Starting with this new season of the year, and of my life. 




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Thursday, September 18, 2025

His Heart Gave Out

More than three months after my husband died, I finally received his completed death certificate. It lists his cause of death as "probable cardiac dysrhythmia of natural etiology". In other words, his heart gave out. 

What a fitting end for a man whose heart gave out so much to so many. 

When we were first dating, he told me that his mother had taught him that some people are givers, and some people are takers. She taught him to be a giver, and he saw that I was a giver, too. We frequently joked that we had both gotten a double dose of the volunteer gene. We always consciously tried to give back to those around us, whether by donating money to charitable causes, donating our time and talents to organizations we supported, inviting young people to stay in our guest room rather than couch surfing, hosting parties for our friends, taking students under our wings as mentors or cheerleaders, or simply seeing jobs that needed to be done and doing them. 

Given our disparate personalities, the ways in which we gave often looked very different. I was the one quietly working by myself in the background, figuring out what job wasn't covered and taking care of it. At parties, I was usually the one collecting empty plates for the trash, making sure the platters of canapes are circulating, and refilling everyone's wine glasses. He, on the other hand, was always the center of activity (and frequently attention). He was the one at the party leading a sing-along around the piano or telling a story to an eager crowd gathered around him. With his friendly, easygoing, gregarious, extroverted personality, everyone in the world was simply a new friend he hadn't met yet, and he rarely forgot someone that he had met. He loved getting to know people. His list of Facebook friends and LinkedIn contacts numbered in the thousands. And not only was he happy to help any one of them, he was happy to help them to help each other. Whenever he found out someone he knew was looking for a job outside of his own area of experience and expertise, he would put them in touch with another of his contacts who could help. I know of dozens of friends who got a job through either his own connections or a connection they made through him, and I have no doubt there are dozens more that I don't know about. 

Not only did he give of his time and talents, he gave eagerly, generously, and passionately. It wasn't enough to occasionally volunteer with his son's BSA Scout troop; he had to become an Assistant Scoutmaster, a Merit Badge counselor, and an Outdoor Activities Coordinator. He didn't just send an occasional check to his college fraternity; he served on their Alumni Volunteer Corporation for many years, including as both President, and Vice President of Facilities (which is essentially serving as the landlord/property manager of a frat house - no job for the faint of heart!), and hosted a series of young itinerant SigEp regional directors in our home as a break from their travels. He held many offices in his Masonic Lodge, sometimes stepping into the line of succession to fill an empty seat; but he also stepped in at the last minute when someone was missing from a ritual, and was known for staying to finish cleaning up long after other members had gone home. He not only faithfully attended his children's theatrical and dance performances, athletic meets, concerts, and school presentations; but he also chaperoned field trips and band competitions, volunteered to speak to the Digital Literacy classes about Artificial Intelligence and Cybersecurity, and mastered a mean ballerina and gymnastics bun.  

He was not a man to do things halfway. He was a man with a heart as big as his smile. He was a man with a heart for giving. A heart that gave out, and gave out, and gave out, until it gave out. 

The heart of a giver, just like his mother taught him. 







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Monday, September 15, 2025

2025 Emmy Awards: Red Carpet Review

Today is another day when I could use an emotional break, so although I did not watch the Emmy Awards last night, I did browse through all the red carpet looks this morning. On the whole, they were somewhat disappointing, ranging from simply poorly styled or tailored to simply bad taste. There were a few good looks, however. Since there are so many looks I want to comment on, I'll run through them alphabetically and make just a few brief remarks on each one. 

Let's begin!

Uzo Aduba struck just the right balance in a gown with a geometric black strapless bodice and an asymmetrical blush pink full skirt. 

Shabana Azeez wore a red off-the-shoulder mermaid gown with a short train and a large rosette on one shoulder. I liked the way the bodice was wrapped, but the waist seam pulled too tightly and broke the line of the silhouette, and the flare at the bottom was a bit too long, which caused it to crumple and not spread out evenly. 

Elizabeth Banks wore a black halter gown with interesting shoulder straps, a flared front peplum, and silver carwash panels in the front. The individual details were fine, but they didn't work together and made the gown look like a mishmash of different styles. 

Angela Bassett wore a metallic gold beaded and sequin strapless column. The textures and seaming added just the right amount of visual interest to the simple silhouette, and I loved the way the texture of the fabric was echoed in her diamond cuff bracelet. 

Kristen Bell wore  a gown with a black criss-cross bodice that resembled jacket lapels, with dainty crystal straps, and a semi-sheer crystal-embellished silver column skirt. While I loved the lines of the bodice, the look would have felt more balanced with a little more coverage, and especially a higher front that would have drawn attention towards her face. Not a bad look, it just fell a little short. 

Leslie Bibb wore a sleek black velvet strapless figure-hugging gown with a deeply plunging neckline and double narrow silver belts. I loved the flared shape of the bodice, which was revealing but held securely in place, and the tailoring, which clung to her figure without being overly tight. 

Cate Blanchett looked effortlessly chic in a black jumpsuit with squared shoulders, a plunging neckline edged with sheer black bands, a narrow black belt, wide-legged trousers, and subtle cutouts at the waist.

Hannah Bos looked out of place in a black-and-white polka dot frock with a four-tiered ruffled skirt, a high neck, and elbow-length sleeves ending in overly full ruffles. The length and style both felt too casual for the occasion, and it also felt overly youthful. 

Quinta Brunson wore a black column with criss-cross halter straps and a wide keyhole opening. I liked the overall silhouette and the glittery details on the straps, but the keyhole opening was too wide, making her figure look droopy and unsupported. 

Gwendoline Christine rocked a white tuxedo, featuring a double-breasted jacket worn unbuttoned with one lapel flipped up, and wide-legged pants. Perfect for her stature and coloring. Bonus points for the striking deep red lip!

Jennifer Coolidge wore an off-the-shoulder black gown with a ruffle across the top of the bodice, paired with long black gloves. The dress itself was pretty and flattering, but the choice of black gloves brought the visual weight of the look down, so that she looked like a disembodied bust floating above the dress. 

Meghann Fahy wore a slim black dress with long sleeves, a broad and deep scoop front, and a thigh-high slit. I liked the way the skirt overlapped at the top of the slit, but the front opening of the bodice was too wide and pulled attention away from her face. 

Sara Foster wore a one-shouldered red gown with crushed detailing on the bodice and an A-line skirt with a high slit over one leg. The silhouette was very flattering, but the hem of the skirt was just a little too long, so it crumpled at the floor instead of floating and forming a more graceful line. 

Selena Gomez wore a gorgeous red halter column with a scarf wrapping the neck and falling to a long train. It reminded me very much of Nicole Kidman's 2007 Oscars gown. Stunning. 

Kathryn Hahn wore a round-necked black gown with sheer long sleeves, a bow belt over a peplum, and a short train. It was pretty, but a little bland. A more interesting neckline would have helped. 

Zuri Hall wore a burgundy column with an amazing liquid look. The sleek silhouette was complemented by a bubbled train at the back. The fabric itself was gorgeous, and emphasized the lines of the gown beautifully. This was one of my favorite looks of the night. 

Mariska Hargitay opted for a strapless burgundy velvet gown with a slightly curved neckline and a skirt that flared softly into a round train. Simple and elegant. 

Janelle James wore a beaded eggplant halter gown with a tiny train. It was gorgeous and flattering, and had the added advantage of looking like it was really comfortable to wear. Fabulous. 

Scarlett Johansson wore a fitted ivory and white bandage gown. While it was very pretty, it was a bit bland, and the peeps of white under the ivory looked like a mistake. I wish there had been more contrast in the wrapping, perhaps a pale coral or ice blue, to add some texture and visual interest. 

Kristen Kish wore a slim black tuxedo with a narrow black necktie, a floating white collar, and no shirt. I loved her diamond brooch, and I loved the concept of the look, but the lines of the white collar over visible skin made her neck look unnaturally long. 

Mona Kosar Abdi also wore a gown made from a liquid-looking fabric. I liked the line of the bodice, but the skirt was too bulky and full, and felt too busy and heavy for the rest of the look. 

Lisa wore a bubblegum pink organza gown with an off-the-shoulder bodice and a sculptural high-low skirt that swirled over one thigh and fell to a frothy train at the back. It was a visually-balanced look and worked really well for her. 

Justine Lupe wore a sheer silver beaded column with a plunging neckline. Although the silhouette was lovely, the sheerness, revealing skimpy bikini underwear, didn't work for me. 

Wendie Malik sported a two-piece ensemble comprising a flared black floor-skimming skirt with a white blouse with puffed sleeves, accessorized with black suspenders and several long strands of beads. The accessories felt like a bit much to me. It would have worked better with either the suspenders or the beads, and in fact might have looked best without both. But still, a fun and different look. 

Krys Marshall wore an ivory gown with a structured strapless bodice and a skirt that gathered beautifully in the front, creating flattering and elegant lines. But it was completely spoiled by the padded...letter m? horns? earthworm? attached to the waist. 

Cristin Milioti wore a red gown with a structural crushed satin bodice that flared away from her body, wrapped at the hips, and fell into a long narrow train, over a matte skirt with a knee-length back slit. While it was a lovely look, the bodice was just a hair too tall and too far from her body to look comfortable or flattering. 

Shannon Murphy was simply a hot mess in a clingy Quiana-looking dress in a drab mauve, with 1980s-inspired puffed short sleeves and dropped waist, and an odd hem length. It was accessorized with a wrap made of tulle ruffles in black, white, mustard yellow, and mauve, and ugly sequined butterflies in the same shades appliqued on the bodice. The diamond seaming on the bodice had a lovely 1930s vibe, but the overall look mixed way too many ideas to work. 

Ruth Negga wore a simple and sweet off-white A-line gown with a swirly border print in black and yellow. I loved the black piping on the neckline and straps which framed her gorgeous face. 

Bronwyn Newport wore an ill-fitting nude gown with silver sequined patterns. The illusion fabric looked heavy and uncomfortable, didn't fit snugly and smoothly, and was at odds with both the delicate silver detailing and the frothy ostrich feather boa. 

Jenna Ortega was stunning in a drop-waist black skirt with a thigh-high slit, topped with a sheer crop top encrusted with oversized gemstones and pearls. This was by far the most memorable (at least, in a good way) look of the night for me. 

Phaedra Parks channeled Marilyn Monroe in a clinging white strapless gown with crystal bead accents. Unfortunately, the clinginess of the fabric revealed both her Spanx and the elastic of her panties at her waist. Always skim, never cling!

Sarah Paulson is still hated by her stylist, who had her wear this awful, shapeless, brown feathered dress. The color is wrong, the silhouette is wrong, the texture is wrong, the length is wrong, the hairstyle is wrong, the necklace is wrong, the neckline is...okay, actually. But that's about it. Poor Sarah. 
 
Parker Posey almost pulls off this quirky lavender gown, which features three tiers of ruffles finished with white lace, a white lace bodice outlined in lavender satin, and a sheer capelet hemmed with marabou. It's kind of Little House on the Prairie meets Norma Desmond, and I can't imagine anyone other than Posey wearing it so adorably. 

Sheryl Lee Ralph looked both glamorous and comfortable in this one-shouldered vivid blue gown, which featured a slightly flared skirt. Simplicity done right. 

Keri Russell wore a black velvet halter gown with a short train and an oversized bow covering the bodice. The concept was good, and I loved way the beaded inset panel defined the waist, but the bulk of the fabric looked heavy and uncomfortable. If the bow had been a lighter-weight fabric, like satin or organza, it would have worked. 

Hunter Schafer stunned in a clinging cherry red halter gown with a fitted basque bodice and a semi-sheer skirt. The fullness of the sheer skirt created a sexy but covered up peekaboo effect, and the weight of the fabric moved beautifully. Another really great look, and perfectly tailored. 

Jenny Slate's strapless black and white gown was all out of proportion, with a plunging neckline ending at a large red flower that was just above her natural waistline but not quite high enough to be an empire waist, and a diagonal seam at the top of the flared skirt which ended at an awkward length and flared lopsidedly into an oddly-shaped train. This look was just a mess all over. 

Jean Smart wore a high-necked, fitted black gown with a slightly flared skirt and sleeves that puffed oddly at the forearms. The sleeves pulled the visual weight of the look down and away from her face, but otherwise this was a fine if not memorable look. 

Sydney Sweeney wore a candy apple red satin strapless gown with a matching wrap. I liked the twisted detail of the bodice, and the fabric was eye-catching enough to balance the simple design. 

Jackie Tohn wore a pale mauve satin off-the-shoulder column with a matching wrap. I loved the textural contrast of the wrapped gown and the crisply smooth wrap, and the gown was beautifully tailored, if not quite the right color for her. 

Ginna Torres wore a softly draped white long-sleeved gown with a narrow plunging neckline, full sleeves with deep cuffs, and a skirt that flared slightly at the knee. I loved the looseness of the bodice and the cling of the skirt over the hips. Lovely. 

Bresha Webb wore a bright blue satin off-the-shoulder gown with a notched neckline and a flared skirt. The skirt was a little too tight, as evidenced by the crinkling of the fabric across the hips and crotch, and the hem was too long, so the short train didn't puddle properly, but the gown itself was very pretty. Fitting matters!

Michelle Williams wore a white strapless gown with a fitted, wrapped bodice paired with a skirt that appeared to be made of handkerchiefs attached at the point, paired with a rectangular train. Although I liked the look of the "handkerchiefs," they created a strange fullness at the hip and an awkwardly-shaped silhouette that didn't work for me. It was very close to being a good look, but fell just a little short. 

Lainey Wilson combined country style with Hollywood glamour in an awful mishmash of sheer, silver-studded wide-legged trousers paired with a white halter bodice falling into a ruffled train, topped with a white cowboy hat. It just didn't work for me. 

Aimee Lou Wood wore a tea-length strapless pink dress with red flaps at the edge of the bodice, and a short train. I liked the concept, but the bodice wasn't well fitted, and the style of the dress didn't feel like it worked with a train, certainly not the bulky train here. I'd also love to see it with a narrow red belt. 

Catherine Zeta-Jones wore a black sequin column with a semi-sheer lace bodice with corset seaming and beaded accents. I loved the lines of the gown, but the sequined skirt felt like it was competing with the lace and beading of the top. If the skirt had been velvet. it would have been perfect. 


To sum up, the best looks of the night were Jenna Ortega, Zuri Hall, and Hunter Schafer, and the worst were Shannon Murphy, Sarah Paulson, Bronwyn Newport, Hannah Bos, Krys Marshall, Lainey Wilson, and Jenny Slate.

And to end with a little bit of fun, there was a whole series of crazy outfits worn by the stars of Drag Race that are worth taking a look at. 

Joella, as a Labubu

Kori King, as Michael Jackson

Hormona Lisa, as Miss Piggy (accompanied by Kermit)

Suzie Toot

Lexi Love

Arrietty

Acacia Forgot

Lucky Starzzz

Princess Poppy



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