My heart was broken open the day my husband decided to enter hospice care, and I finally learned that love is the only thing that really matters. I wasn’t ready to be a widow and I’m having a hard time figuring out how to live as one. But I do know I want to live the rest of my life with love, gratitude, kindness and laughter. Especially laughter, because we shared a lot of that. And I’m pretty good at making people laugh, sometimes even intentionally!

Because of my determination to be a kinder person, I originally called this blog “nontoxicwoman.” Turned out that was not the greatest choice. I changed the name to “Ridiculouswoman,” primarily because of “The Bulgarian,”  but also because, although I’ve always been willing to be regarded as ridiculous for making people laugh (intentionally or not), I realized I’ll also be regarded as ridiculous for my determination to express (or try to express) love and gratitude. But that’s OK with me.

But wait, there’s more:

Women my age are supposed to be docile and invisible.

I refuse.

Ridiculous, right?

Women my age aren’t supposed to feel, much less show, desire.


Ridiculous, right?

Women my age are supposed to, well, act their age.

Hell with that.

Hope you find something here you can relate to, or that makes you laugh.

Thanks for reading, and do “like” what you like and submit your comments – it is a comfort to know someone is listening out there.

Thus I remain,

Your humble, grateful, devoted,