Twenty years after 9/11, we still don’t know how to talk about death

The author and her daughter at the birdbath party, 2003 (photo: Abigail Carter)

Twenty years is a long time to grieve. In those early years after the buildings collapsed on 9/11 taking my husband, Caleb Arron Dack, along with 2,995 others, I couldn’t imagine what my life without him might look like in twenty years. It seemed an unfathomable amount of time. I…

An app is supposed to make our lives simpler, not more complex. Maybe it’s time to go old-school.

To-Do List — Old School (Source: Abigail Carter)

Every night, slack-bot notifications on my Apple watch cause my wrist to buzz almost incessantly for five minutes. Of course, I can’t help but glance down every time.

Finding the right tools for the job

I work for a small boutique tea company doing their social media.

The founder recently switched our tiny organization onto Slack, retiring…

When a psychic finds me in a coffee shop, she has a message from my dead husband.

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The panini’s had been ordered, and I had just gotten up to grab my “Blue Velvet,” a tea latte. A woman sitting at a table next to ours, asked, “Did your boyfriend or husband die recently?”

Here we go again, I thought.

Not recently,” I said. …

Adventures in dating in your 50s during a pandemic

The author in her home studio.

After I broke up with my fiancé three years ago after an almost seven-year relationship, I licked my wounds for a year or two, with no desire to date. I converted what had been his man-cave into my art studio and began to paint. At first, producing art was my…

Abigail Carter

Writing about widowhood, parenting, life, grief, art, writing and publishing. #singlemom #author #memoirist #writer #widow #9/11widow #artist

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