Shared dessert

Did my headline make you stop and think in this age of coronavirus? I know. It felt weird to write. Because really, who in their right mind would share a dessert right now? Particularly with a stranger? But just a few months ago, I did without thinking twice about it. My, how times change. I’ve…

Quarantine coffee

Hello there, my socially distanced friends. I’m applauding you from afar as you continue to keep to yourselves. Bravo! Keep it up. It’s working. I hope you’re still stocked with your coffee of choice. Not easy to get foodstuffs nowadays. At least not if you, like me, are ordering for delivery instead of going to…

Scenes from a Sunday morning waiting room

I had a morning of solidarity with the little people today. You know the ones. Just under three feet tall, sticky fingers, still mastering large multisyllabic words. And apparently, sick quite often, if the local urgent care center is any indication. I wandered into the waiting room of my local urgent care reluctantly this morning….

Does he notice?

Does he notice that I fold his towels in a sweet way? That I use natural laundry soap and make him take his vitamins and pay up for the all-natural body wash to keep him healthy and away from crummy chemicals? Does he notice that I sneak glances at his 15-year-old self, trying to drink…

A heaping pile of steaming good

A friend recently asked what I really wanted this Christmas. And the words that came out of my mouth (narrowly edging out “anything from Bottega Veneta”) were: “A heaping pile of steaming goodness.” I mean it. And if you’ve seen Bottega Veneta’s spring line, you’ll know I must REALLY want goodness because those designer duds…

The givers

My friend Kate is pushing my grocery cart for me. And she is doing this while brandishing a Christmas wreath I’ve chosen to buy. It’s looped over her right forearm, like a medieval shield, as she does battle with the pre-Thanksgiving shoppers. She’s a tiny formidable force in Whole Foods, tooling down the aisles like…

Coffee break

I am gazing out the window at my serviceberry tree, which is turning the prettiest shade of burnt orange. Autumn is here. The sun is shining. It’s a good day. And we have some catching up to do. Let’s take a virtual coffee break, near the serviceberry. I’ll bring the French press if you bring…

The lineup

I am dating again. No one in particular, just dipping a reluctant toe back in the water rather than watching the group-swim from a lounge chair beside the pool. My reluctance toward online dating is epic in this blog. Here, if you have any interest in that diatribe. But I’m not in diatribe mode at…

Food off my plate

It’s like a second skin that you slip back into after many moons have passed. You see him as part of a group gathering, this man you shared a small part of your young life with. And he still carries your bag to the car. You turn to find it, spinning, wondering where it went….

Tick tock

I have always felt that I will run out of time. The time it will take to experience all I came here to experience, to do all that I want to do, to have an impact. My mother raised six daughters to “leave the world better” than we found it. Oh, but Mom, you didn’t…

Speak volumes

Our first meeting seemed anything but fortuitous. There I was, a newly minted 24-year-old, proudly sitting in my cubicle on the executive floor of a Big Brand. I was as close to Mahogany Row (what long-time employees called our row of C-suite offices) as you could get without being a corporate attorney or a secretary….

Women, alone

When you become a woman who is alone, you notice other women who are alone. I became such a woman when I got divorced. But each woman alone has her own story, of course. Some women, like one of my sisters, just never marry. For some, it’s a conscious choice. For others, luck or fate…