Why do we mourn when our cars die?

Our 17-year-old Honda CR-V (affectionately nicknamed “Broomhilda”) met its tragic and untimely demise last summer when a deer darted out…

Opinion: Surviving loneliness in my house as a widower at 72 years old

This year, at the age of 72, I began living alone for the first time in my life. Before that,…