The first thing that happens is that I burst into scorching tears of anger. What prompts this awkward response? An email message from Instacart popping up in my inbox canceling the order I had spent over an hour placing…
Secrets are tantalizing. And to think I finally cracked the code on the secret to living happily ever after.
The other day, I innocently asked my grandson what he would like for his upcoming ninth birthday. He thought for a moment, then gazed intently into my eyes and answered explicitly, “No books, Nana. And nothing you knitted…”
What’s easy to do? Spend life in rigid countdown mode – ticking off backwards down to zero.
I don’t excel in the kitchen. No magnificently stuffed, basted and roasted turkey will ever
emerge from my seldom-used oven to my gleaming Lenox serving platter – unless someone else makes it. I must confess, I am more interested in what goes on around the table rather than what dishes get
placed on it…
There is no gentle way to say this: My husband and I lost three special friends within a two-week period. Their ages: 83, 72, and 65. Two had health issues, but their deaths were nevertheless unexpected…
Most people think it’s just skinny 16-year-olds that develop anorexia nervosa and teenagers of all sizes that develop bulimia. ED (eating disorder) is a restless lover, attracted to potential lovers of all ages. And he’s made great inroads with women in midlife and beyond.
My brand-new day planner for 2019 arrived from Amazon yesterday, and I eagerly began rifling through it – entering key dates and events.
When we were first married, my husband would sit on the edge of our king-size bed every morning and circle my slim waist with his massive hands.
I’ve been busy since my mother passed away three months ago. I have been re-orienting myself to a new status: A Parentless Adult.