Forty-two years ago today I walked down the aisle of St. Ambrose Church in Rochester, NY and married my adorable 24-year-old college sweetheart, who, coincidentally enough, happened to be from my hometown. If you believe in coincidences. We made it through law school for him and grad school for me. . . .
If there's one thing women are most interested in, it's how my husband and I got back together some 27 years after our divorce. It seems inconceivable that we could resurrect a marriage after so much had gone down and after so many years. I understand the fascination. I'm fascinated, too, and it . . .
"Do you think monogamy's natural?" I asked a girlfriend at lunch the other day. "Absolutely NOT!!" She was emphatic. "We're raised to believe it's natural and easy--no one tells us just how much work it takes." We laughed, because we are both serial monogamists who know just exactly how much . . .
We were walking around the ruins of yet another major palace, this one huge, in Agra, with a local guide, engaged to help our regular tour guide. (By the way, Agra is a complete dump, but it’s home to the Taj Mahal, go figure.) The group had fallen behind and it was just us and the local . . .
I saw Jersey Boys the first time in San Francisco. There on a writing retreat, alone, I walked up one evening and got last minute tickets relinquished by family/friends. There's really no current theatre that so reflects Boomer history than the story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and no . . .
Found this in a shop 10 minutes after this anecdote We were walking around Sonoma last month and ran into a half price sale on leather bags. Oh, I love purses, I do, and this deal was too good to pass up. But when I tried to check out, the credit card machine wouldn't process. Girlfriend & . . .
Ok, so listen up.I'm just a regular girl, nothing more special or unique than any of us. Yes, yes, we are all unique snowflakes, blah blah blah, but really, I'm just like everyone else, going along minding my own business, living my life.Sure, I'm a believer in creating my own life, I believe that . . .
I love dialogue and discussion, so I'll admit to frustration that most readers don't comment. So how exciting to hear from a man who had read my recent blog post on "married names" and had a different take on it. (That original post can be found HERE, for those who haven't read it. ) When Mark . . .
These arrived the other day.Yes, the college I'm teaching at needs to have them on fileto be sure I have the appropriate credentialsto be teaching young minds. Not that these tell you much except that I met a university's degree criteria. Documents from another life But, whose name is on . . .
L to R: my maternal grandparents Papa & Mama, me, Michael. July15, 1972 Who knew that I'd have only one surviving official photograph from my first marriage to M. Or that I'd even want it. That it would again be relevant to my life. So here's the moral of the story: When you pose for . . .