Fallen idols

When the student is ready, the teacher appears. And when the lesson is over, be it days or years, that’s usually when the scenery changes, for me. I have a steady cast of characters in my life—my family and very close friends. But I also have an ever-changing ensemble. I like to think of these…

Gal pals

They get me. That in itself is amazing. They get quirky ‘ole me. And they show up. Not always, not in every way I hope for, but I can be a bit unreasonable that way, truth be told. Girlfriends who show up are worth more than all the tea in China. And that folksy saying…

Matchmakers United

I have yentas in my posse. That sounds a bit obscene, doesn’t it? Really, it just means I have many people in my circle who want to have a say, offer advice, be heard. So many times, I consider it a blessing. As I’ve begun dating after my divorce, however, it also provides humor (and…

Mending the cracks

We don’t celebrate brokenness in my culture. Here in the States, we are very much of the mind that broken things require replacement with something newer, better. Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. There is no hiding of the original crack or fracture. The gold forces the observer to take…

Being saved from my crazy self

Jesus, I love it when I am saved from myself. Talk about grace. I am having a perfect Sunday morning. I know you know what those feel like. Aretha and I singing “Baby I Love You” at the top of our lungs while I cook my son and his buddy breakfast. Etta James joined in…

Reviving a lost art

“Well let’s face it, who on earth besides antique dealers and gay couples actually still gives dinner parties?” –Nigel Slater, food writer Oh, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel. Tsk tsk. I recently attended a dinner party. Or should I say a dinner pahtay. Hosted by a perfectly straight couple with nary an antique in sight. And this…

Two out of three ain’t bad

Except when it is bad. I’m not sure quoting the title of a Meat Loaf Song is an auspicious beginning for a blog anyway but here goes. Three of us. There have been three of us going to the gynecologist together for the past several years. When we can coordinate our annuals. Have you turned…

Resurfacing

Going through rough times in life is akin to deep sea diving. For much of your daily life, there you are, happily bobbing on the surface. You’re soaking in the sunshine and enjoying the ride in your trusty boat. You may be on the lookout for sharks and such, but you’re in your sturdy, protected…

I need a little leg room

It is a little cramped in here, people. In this box you keep putting me in, that is. Not all of you, of course. The expansive, breezy souls among you are content to just let me and the rest of their fellow human beings be. But you know who you are (or maybe you don’t…

Into the fire

It was all about letting go of the unnecessary, the ugly and even the things that had served us well but were no longer of use. A group of six women, sitting next to a fire, gabbing away. To take in the scene at a glance, it seemed a normal weekday evening. But it wasn’t….

Untested

I caught myself midsentence: “ I think if she could just see that all she has to do is . . . “ Oh honey, just be quiet. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Despite my best intentions, I was doing it again. Chatting about how someone else should be running their life. Even with…

Got brave. Forgot the beret.

My brand new painting is gracing my laundry room. I’m not saying “my” because I bought it. I say “my” because the artist is moi. Take that, Mary Ann. For the uninitiated among you, Mary Ann was my third-grade nemesis in art class and one of the reasons I’ll never understand the term “art therapy”….