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…

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…

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…

Love is in the air

“I didn’t mean to steal your heart,” he said with a smile, gazing into my eyes. Which is when the checkout clerk said, “That’s not her heart. It’s yours. It comes free with the flowers.” Yes, dear reader, if this was a romance novel rather than my blog, he would have uttered that phrase to…

Zimbabwe to Chicago

Cynics, look away. No need to read this post. Perhaps some of my other, more jaded posts will suit you. But this one—no. You will scoff. And I’m in no mood for scoffers. Don’t tell me he is not out there. You can tell me he is in Zimbabwe saving babies, or in Fiji finding…

For what it’s worth

My friend and I were out to dinner with my sister on Christmas Eve. My sister had asked about how dating was going after divorce. My friend answered: “Kristine and I are just trying to find men worthy of us.” At the time, I thought it a rather high-handed way to describe what we were…

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…

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…

Go ahead. Burn a dinner.

“Man, those days are long gone for me.” So said a friend as I finished telling her of a recent date. As she said it, her mouth tightened and she let out a sigh. “Sad, isn’t it?” Yes, honey. It is. Why is it that women give up the notion of romance at a certain…

Espresso, anyone?

I recently asked two male friends for an honest opinion. “Am I going to scare men–do I scare men away–because I am a strong woman? Am I really that different from the other women you know?” I asked from the heart. I truly wanted to know. Not that I feel I can greatly alter who…

When the Universe comes calling on your wedding night

Voluminous white dress? Check. Matching satin shoes? Righto. A gaggle of out-of-town family members, copious food and drink, and the right tunes? Yessiree. We almost got the recipe right for the “perfect” wedding. Except I found myself on said perfect wedding night, round about midnight, standing in a hotel hallway, alone. With my aunt and…

Happily barefoot

I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop. I know, I know. That is a bad habit. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, waiting for the other shoe to drop means waiting for the seemingly inevitable to happen. The expression has come to be used when people are waiting for something…