By Abigail ThomasHERE is how I get my husband into the car: I lie.
“I’m going to buy us something for dinner. Will you come with me?”
Earlier on this rainy October afternoon I stuck a fake log into the fireplace and lighted it, and since then we have been spending what Rich used to call the shank of the day in each other’s company, dozing and waking to firelight. It has been like our marriage as it used to be. Read MORE:::
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This book is both sad and precious. I read it in one sitting, completely unable to parse it up by chapter and put it down. Abigail Thomas is a beautiful writer who shares what she has learned about coping and grieving and carrying on in simple, lovely prose. While never maudlin, this book with touch your heart.
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