When I took my first journalism class in the 10th grade, it was mandatory that we read the New York Times daily. Prior to that, I had never read a newspaper on a regular basis, other than the local weekly, and I was amazed at the amount of information I found.… Read full post »

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), whose real name is Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, was born on 12 July, 1904, in the town of Parral in Chile. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1971.

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No! Go away Robert Palmer, you sorry excuse for a band (ok, I like them). I will NOT face it. I will not admit that after my divorce I was certain (certain!) I would meet my one true love (any minute, any date now! c'mom, step on up!)

Nope. You and… Read full post »

Except the part about them being being for sale.

Of course I'll never sell them. They'll alway be among the rest of her things (hundreds of tiny hair clips, clothes in various colors, textures and sizes, so many photo albums, too many memories). Everything nestled in a wicker trunk behind… Read full post »

Even though I'm on a dating hiatus (and cultivating inner peace), the jury in my head is still out on whether this should be a permanent state of being or a temporary state of bliss.

A post by Divorceland inspired me to pose the question: Do men want to be pursued… Read full post »

Just once in awhile. Say, quarterly. For a weekend. That's it. Then you can have him back. (He'll want to come back. Really. I'm greedy in bed and a just a so-so cook.)

My grandmother "swore off" men at 41. I was shocked (shocked!) when she told me this.

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As I was standing in my kitchen holding frozen chicken in one hand and my car keys in the other, it suddenly hit me: routines are quite valuable. And I haven't had one in a very long time. I went from working days to nights, weekdays to weekends and I'm never… Read full post »

Of course when I got married I thought I was marrying my one and only soul mate. I had a young girl's notion that things happen for a reason and everything unfolds the way it's supposed to.

Fast forward a decade or two, and boy, did things turn out differently… Read full post »

When I was in between boyfriends I found myself at the local cupcake shop quite often. Almost daily. Sweet Avenue Bake Shop has a special cupcake menu with exotic flavors and stuffed varieties that change by the day. And even though I’m as far from vegan as you can get, I feel… Read full post »

It's amazing what can happen under a blanket of morphine. Most people probably just go to sleep or enjoy the high; I have to-do lists being thrown at me and political visitations. No kidding. Sarah Palin broke through my drug haze and taunted me as the fate of my gallbladder was… Read full post »

It only would've been better if it played out in the lunch room. Of course, we would've had to toss notes across a long folding table or whisper behind smelly bathroom stalls. But the message would've been the same: he's cheating on you.

Gasp!

How sad to discover the midlife dating… Read full post »

A paper hat made from pages of the Wall Street journal. Check. A green candle. Check. A dollar bill and a match. Check and check. Rob Brezsny doesn't usually offer up this sort of wackiness, but he's been such a reliable source of advice, I'll give him the silly hat ritual.… Read full post »

Forget, for a minute, that Sarah Palin sets the woman's movement back a few decades every time she opens her mouth. Forget that she's sorta dumb (thank you Charlie Gibson). Forget that she carries a gun, bans books and shuts down teen pregnancy centers.

Forget all of that. Because even if she… Read full post »

When I first heard there was a Museum of Broken Relationships, I knew I had to get there as soon as possible, maybe even bring my own assorted tokens and see if any were exhibit-worthy.

Then I found out it was located in Croatia. Not exactly a weekend getaway. I thought… Read full post »

It was mid-dunk into my four-cheddar fondue that he popped the question. I took my time answering, enjoying my crusty chunk of bread, savoring more than a mouthful of Sam Adams. How to answer? I've been asked this question before. In fact, I think all my boyfriends asked except maybe one.

It… Read full post »