Are we so very fragile?

My friend called me late at night with the worried tone in her voice she usually gets when contemplating global warming or the potential extinction of the Western Lowland gorilla. But the object of her concern was not global. Instead, it sat just a bedroom away, in tears. Her college-aged daughter was weathering a breakup….

I am not those other girls

I am not those other girls. You know. The ones that believe every story and think the sun rises and sets on your every word. The ones that don’t quite match you in gray matter. The ones that make your brow furrow and your eyes trail off into the distance as you realize they cannot…

Just keep swimming

She missed moving water. She missed seeing the stars in the night sky, the others swimming alongside her. She missed the rhythm of her days. It had begun in such promising fashion. She saw the lure, shiny and sparkling in the sun. She took it. And that is when the glass walls around her went…

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…

Failure’s alter ego

She spoke dismissively of his “failed marriage.” Ugh. Bite your tongue, I told myself. The lecture will fall on deaf ears. It’s a free country. Blah, blah, blah. I still had to count to 20 before I spoke. My problem? I take issue with the term “failed marriage.” Seems to me, any marriage that ends…