Why are we not breakfasting? As in breakfast dates. You know, of the romantic, get-to-know-you type? Don't get me wrong, Dolls. Nothing beats a candlelit dinner at your favorite restaurant--say the one that starts with Royal and ends with Palms--you know the one. Candlelight hides fine lines and creates the perfect glow reflecting from your… Continue reading Why Are We Not Breakfasting?…
Category: marriage
The Labyrinth of Love…
When you have a client experienced in all things mind, body, spirit, you listen when she makes suggestions based on acupuncture needles in your feet and pulse examination. She, after all, studied with the Dalai Lama's doctor and has well-being hookups to his monks. "You need a trip to the labyrinth," says she after studying… Continue reading The Labyrinth of Love…
Indulge A Widow…
I see the sign. My heart threatens to stop. Laetitia Pinot Noir Next Right. The scripted "L" is the one from the logo. I'm driving the California coast, crying child in the car. Okay, she's a young adult, but she's my child. Middle Chicken needs an apartment for a new job. We've spent two days… Continue reading Indulge A Widow…
Thirty-Three Years…
The Norwegian and I would have been married 33 years yesterday. That is if he hadn't dropped dead on a sunny day in the woods. Five years later, I remain neither single nor married; stuck in an undefined relationship status. Grief entered our marriage that day becoming an unwelcome companion, the uninvited guest who doesn't… Continue reading Thirty-Three Years…
The Duchess Diaries 