"I have many “spouses”–men and woman who are there for me in ways my husband simply cannot possibly be. I love him, but he is not everything to me, and if I thought he was, I’d be disappointed and lonely. We have a good marriage, a tight “family” bond between the two of us, but it is rounded . . .
It was a starlit Valentine's night and we were in the Caribbean with friends. Romance was in the air. On the palm-tree enclosed patio, candles twinkled atop small dinner tables covered with red and white cloths that had been sprinkled with tiny red and silver hearts. We drank champagne that tasted . . .
I'd like to thank the guy, who wrote the song That made my baby fall in love with me Most women who hear that my husband and I remarried after 26 years apart are fascinated. How did that happen? they want to know. That's my question, too. Because i have no idea. Once he left back in 1980 I . . .
I was only 19 when Michael gave me my first engagement ring and a young 19 at that. It was an oval cut, full carat solitaire, which seemed gigantic and indulgent back in that day and age. It cost $800. At the time, I think I was making about $100 a week. No lie. When he dumped me...(I love saying . . .
We were so young! I wasn't yet 21, he was just 24, and there we were, walking down an aisle to a happy-ever-after life. We were impossibly young; what did we know? We didn't know what we didn't know, that's what I say now. Our parents were thrilled; we were marrying within our culture. And . . .
There was a time that I didn't like the idea of certainty. It was....boring. I preferred by far not knowing what was around the next corner. Surprises thrilled me. Uncertainty made me breathe in anticipation and breathe out amazement. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next. A life of . . .
I heard a beautiful story during this Gay Pride month, of a young gay man afraid to come out to his traditional, ethnic and religious family. But he did. At first, his family was shocked and confused, although truth be told, they probably had considered that he was gay. But he stood firm and proud, . . .
"Taste all fruits before you decide" was advice a psychic gave a friend of mine many years ago, and it was right on the money. In his case, the advice seemed to apply to his desire to come out as gay, but it's true for anyone. Life really is a banquet and you don't know how much of a banquet it is . . .
Stop Domestic Violence, Mrs. Rice. When a professional football player cold-cocks a woman, that is not "mutual combat." It's not acceptable, either. Your public defense of your husband is understandable. He'd gotten on a $43 million gravy train and he didn't want it to stop. Maybe you didn't . . .
We've got some time on our hands. More than we ever used to. Time that M and I now spend fiddling with our various remotes. Cable, Roku, DVR--they're a time suck. Plus, we don't like many of the same movies or programs. So we're flying solo. Riley is always pointing out that I spend too much . . .
