The very best thing about Christmas holidays is having my university-aged cubs back in the family den. The next very best thing about Christmas holidays is having my cubs’ friends around, many whom I’ve known since they were in diapers. They are now all sporting…
The best thing about rejection is having someone to share it with. I submitted a book proposal on relationships to a highly respected literary agent. In her feedback, she said she liked the “humour, great stories and common sense” but detailed her legitimate concerns about…
Last week I went to a seasonal party. I arrived solo and seemed to immediately catch the attention of a man who I did not know. Within minutes, I was being told how sexy and exotic I looked, and not to leave without telling him….
I was at a dinner party last weekend at the home of my friends Sharon and Frank. The food is always fabulous. This time our meal began with a delicate roasted cauliflower soup drizzled with a smoked cumin and coriander puree, and took off from…
I was having a conversation with a polyamorist last week. She is a young mother with a husband and a lover. Her husband has other lovers of his own. People in open relationships have always fascinated me. Who are these other worldly creatures who would…
My friend Rachel won the genetic lottery. She just celebrated her 50th birthday but could easily pass for 30-something. She is gorgeous, spirited, and when she complains about being out of shape, you want to slap her silly. A little more than a decade ago…
This past Thanksgiving (and family reunion) my younger son Micah asked whether I was lonely. I know he feels concerned about me. He left home in September to start university several hours away; his older brother is studying even farther away on the east coast;…
Relationships have existed since God made little green apples. But this concept of marrying “for love” is a relatively modern one in our Western civilization. Now, we marry for love and have high expectations that this love will last. I am at the age and…
My uncle and aunt were happily married for over 40 years. My aunt’s death from cancer ended a partnership that was a true demonstration of what it means to stick together through thick and through thin, and in sickness and in health. I could never…
A scary thought occurred to me today. I am the same age as my mother-in-law was when I first met her. Sure doesn’t seem that long ago. But here I am with sons who are nudging into the age their Dad was when we started to…