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It’s been half a year since my husband died.

Six intense months during which I was filled with an eerie energy that propelled me into simultaneously grieving the immensity of the loss and throwing myself resolutely into the next chapter of my life.

It was also a time during which I juggled even more than my usual quota of responsibilities for helping others, administrative and technological problem solving, writing commitments and self-imposed deadlines, engagement in…




Personal essays in the wake of losing a beloved husband

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Karine Schomer

Karine Schomer

I explore the worlds of society, politics, culture, history, civilizations, language, life lessons— wherever curiosity takes me.

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