It’s getting hard for me to adjust temporarily to life without Mary. She’s been gone for a week now visiting her people on the Jersey Shore. Yes, I’m focused. I’m getting a ton of stuff done, but there are all these little things I miss. Like when we break all our promises to ourselves to quit the aspartame and we head directly to the corner market for a couple of diet cokes. Like when she’s still uncertain about having a camera trained on her, and she’s saying, “Really? A picture of me? In aisle three?”

Mary Williamson. 2010