Out of the straightaway, into the curve

I am jarred every time. I can’t get used to it and I don’t think I want to. As I flip through the dating app, swiping left and right as if perusing clothes on a rack, a friend’s ex-husband appears. Oy. Forgive my lack of eloquence. What to say? I still can’t get used to…

Plan B

“It’s time my love,” said the voice that speaks softly and often to my soul. “Time to cut another tie. Time to make room for the new.” I hope you have a voice like this one. It didn’t come to me until later in life but I’m so glad it’s here. I believe this voice…

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…

Catch me

I once knew a woman. In her thirties, she left a promising career to stay home with her children. She ferried her two young sons from playground to preschool, from lessons to the library. She cooked amazing, complicated meals on weeknights to the chagrin of her fellow mothers (who told her to stop raising the…

Roll film

Have you ever forgotten that you’re the one holding the brush that paints the broad strokes? Do you ever become so caught up in basic day-to-day muck that you completely miss the fact your life is a canvas of your making? I’ve done just that. I’m not blaming myself. I hope you don’t blame yourself…

Don’t put that word in my mouth

She did it again, God. But this time, my sweet youngest child heard her. And so, I had to speak up not once, but twice. First, to her. Then, to him. It seems the order should have been reversed. You know who I’m talking about. The one who speaks before she thinks. The one that…

Longing and a hard truth

It is because I lust for it so that it eludes me. Or so I surmise. And I do mean lust. I can feel the desire for it physically. It only makes the object of my lust more embarrassing. After all, financial security is not sexy. No. It is not supposed to be lusted after….

The milestones don’t change us

I recently celebrated one of THOSE birthdays. A milestone birthday. And the question I got most often, being a woman of a certain age, was: “Does this one bother you?” My surprising answer, as a divorced woman “of a certain age” was “No.” Because it didn’t, really. And the answer to that conundrum has everything…

A love like that

Fighting my tired eyes, I promised myself I’d read one more chapter of the book I’m trying to finish before going to bed a few nights ago. And then I came upon this passage: “In October 1969, I met Regina Ann Walsh, Genie, object of thirty-seven years of passion and devotion . . . hippie…

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…

Love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

“Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.” –Led Zeppelin Oh, there is, LZ. And I just helped her get married. If one can “help” someone do such a thing. A good friend recently remarried. A friend who reached out to me soon after my…

The art of reduction

It occurred to me when I ordered up a tall blond. I rarely go to Starbucks, preferring my own coffee. But today, my power went out in the early morning. The Starbucks drive-through was my option. As I pulled up to the window after ordering, the woman taking my money laughed. “How tall would you…