The rest is mine

She looked at me and said, “Aren’t you worried that you won’t meet someone special? Now that you’re alone, that you will die without ever feeling like you truly loved?” To my single and divorced readers: Unclench your fist. I did not clock her, tempted as I was. Instead, I gave myself a moment. I…

Label makers

I see my elderly neighbor—a Texan and military veteran—while we walk our dogs. “I saw your youngest the other day. You’re raising some fine, strong young men,” he commented, smiling. “Why thank you, Ed,” I said sweetly. Good mama. I’m a good mama. The YouTube hits keep coming, as does the media coverage, of a…

The butterfly effect

In college, a friend from a small southern Ohio town often played a country song I can’t get out of my head to this day: “There’s a Tear in My Beer.” And that song has been on my mind this week, as I cry all over the darn house. It’s all good, though, friends. Happy…

The forecast: Light resentment, with a heavy dose of expectations

I attended a dinner party one evening, which went from lovely to awkward in 30 minutes flat. The hostess, who was a very gracious entertainer, chitchatted with me for a bit before introducing me to the one other single woman at this dinner party. This woman was going through an acrimonious divorce. I had been…

To be crystal clear

There I was, on a recent Friday night, sitting cross-legged on the second floor of a very dark, very mysterious mansion. In the lotus position, I was chanting in Sanskrit, thinking—how the hell am I going to explain this one? My friends call my recent experience woo-woo. You’ve been forewarned. A little woo-woo coming your…

New Year’s thoughts from the dojo

There’s nothing like sitting with a group of people for several consecutive years–hours at a time–in a steamy, sweaty dojo. Talk about getting to know your fellow human beings on an entirely new level. My youngest recently earned his black belt in taekwondo. That means over the past few years, I have been in this…

Muddling compassion

Author Barbara Franken writes a lovely blog that inspires me every time. If you have any desire whatsoever to be a creative visionary, to help this world get to a better place, she has words of wisdom for you. I was honored, then, when she asked me to be part of her guest author series…

Are you a Big Deal?

As I type this blog entry, my mind is elsewhere. It’s on a man for whom I just wrote a farewell speech. He is whip-smart, classy and—my favorite trait of all—humble. Despite the fact that he has funneled millions of dollars into all the right hands to help change the world for the better, you’d…

Allow

I’m a little late to the party this year. Each year, I choose a word to hold in mind throughout the year. It’s my answer to New Year’s resolutions, which never seem to stick. They feel like medicine. A word, on the other hand, evokes a feeling or a vision I can hold. So much…

Owning my flawed choices

I’m happy to have been published in Medium’s Literally Literary publication today, on the theme of Redemption. Apropos for this Easter weekend. Please check it out, friends. And have a peaceful, blessed, joyful spring weekend . . . My father’s tie hangs in the “His” closet of my His & Hers set. The “His” to…

On the self-edit

My biggest mistake, as I looked at the thank-you note covered with red correction marks, was that I had forgotten to self-edit. And yet, that was no mistake, really. It was the beginning of true freedom. I was in my twenties. I still remember exactly where I was standing in my Lincoln Park gray-stone apartment….

Finding your inner Italian sports car

It began so uninspiringly, in the dentist’s chair. He had just adjusted a crown for me, as I’d been having some jaw pain. “I think we were just a millimeter or so off on your bite, but that’s enough to cause the pain,” he said. He joked that my then husband was built like a…