Holding Out Hope
Dating is the topic that’s on my mind today. Yes, I made loads of mistakes in my past. I have forgiven myself for my bad choices and don’t intend to dwell on them. Here’s to holding out hope that someday I will find a partner who can appreciate all I see in myself. Until then, damn it feels good to look in the mirror and like what I see.
Exorcism in Nashville
My trip to Nashville didn’t go the way I hoped, but it was a good reminder not to enter into any human interaction with preconceived notions about how it might go. Although the visiting bachelor and bachelorette party crews didn’t expose me to the culture, every interaction I had with a local did. I was able to experience that side of Nashville because I was open to it.
Reboot
I know I have been MIA for a very long time. These have not been easy times. Add to that my own personal existentialism and I needed to go dark for a bit. Things have started to turn around and I want to reconnect with each of you. I have come out from a few years of inner conflict with an even stronger desire to make a difference.
One Way Street
This July 4th has taken on additional significance for me for reasons beyond a glimmer of hope from the pandemic. I have recently learned that some of the people I most trusted have been the most destructive to me, and I have cut them out of my life (or at least I put them in a container on a shelf). I have always been good at validating others; now it’s time to validate myself.
The Pollyanna Paradox
I once dated someone who observed that I’m drawn to depressing movies, TV shows and music. “Why?” he asked. “Because I feel that I can connect – that the writers and characters are expressing something I feel but cannot articulate,“ I said. He shrugged and said he didn’t get me. (I guess that’s why the relationship didn’t last long.)
Me Retreat 2014
As I'm gearing up for my next annual "me retreat," I thought it might be nice to remind myself of how I felt the last time I went. Read on to learn more about what the spa experience is supposed to be about, and how I nearly ruined it for myself just over a year ago.
Things Can Always Be Worse
I have been thinking about booking myself a trip to a spa. And then I thought back to less than a year ago, when I last visited The Lodge at Woodloch. (I used to visit there annually. If you’re looking for a laid back spa experience, where you can either delve in with the yogis or just go it your own way, there’s no better place than this.)
Bemused
C’mon. Admit it. You wanted to be a rock star. Is there anyone on this planet who hasn’t at some point fantasized about how he or she would look on stage in skin tight pants made of material that ought not to be worn by any human, all while perfecting the art of strumming eighth notes on the guitar?
Rollergirl
I’ve never been good at sports. I’m just not athletic at all. But there was a time when I thought I had found my one athletic talent.It all started at a roller skating rink in New Jersey. It was in the early 80s and fluorescents were all the rage in the world of fashion. Michael Jackson had just begun his ascent to becoming The King of Pop and Steve Perry was trying to make a name for himself as a solo artist (yes, I'm old).
Reservations for One
Maybe someday soon there will be vacation packages for singles, the snowman will return as our beloved holiday mascot and maybe, just maybe, “working people” will become the new political catch phrase.
MisMatch.com
This is the first edition of my ongoing report about online dating woes. But before I continue, I should admit that I met my boyfriend of a year online. I had given up on the whole online romance thing. In fact, I think I had just about given up on romance entirely. However, after being somewhat coerced by a friend of mine (to whom I will owe a lifetime of favors should my relationship work out), I finally struck gold.
