The Silence that Comes with a Health Crisis

I spoke out from the very beginning about it, which resulted in many friends and family members stepping forward and offering their support. Sometimes, their words weren't helpful. At all. In fact, sometimes their words were downright inconsiderate. But do you know what I remember more than the ignorant remarks?  I remember the silence. ...more
@ItsAllRelative How awful. I'm so sorry for your family's loss!more

Our Connections Make Us Whole

In two days, I will head to Colorado for a girlfriend weekend with 10 friends. We’ve rented a house to celebrate the 40th birthdays of three of us.It is a tradition begun when the first of us turned 40. There will be laughing, eating, drinking, inappropriate and weird conversations, and more laughing.For three months, I have looked forward to this trip, but this week I’ve felt oddly apprehensive about this first visit back to my old home....more

What It Feels Like To Be a Woman

My senior year in high school I rode the bus to school on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. But not on Tuesdays. On that one day of the week, my friend Michelle was allowed to drive her parents' car to school....more

I'm Trojan

 Last weekend was Homecoming weekend.   On Saturday morning, my daughter’s BFF, her mom, my daughter and I went to get pedicures.  I love getting pedicures.  I dread getting pedicures.  I always feel so bad for the person who draws the short straw and gets to work on me.  Poor Jimmy drew the short straw. ...more

Choosing Sides

When I was in grade school, a rift developed in the group of friends that I belonged to. I can’t remember the reason for the split, but there was a clear division and so you were on one side or the other. I picked one, but I guess my heart wasn’t really in it, because I remember saying to one of the girls, that even though I was on the other side, I would still speak to her, albeit in secret....more

Always The Bridesmaid...and Godmother...and Party Planner, Never The Bride Or Anything Else Particularly Cool

Firstly, please forgive me for the cliche title and secondly, before you judge me as a jealous, wicked stepsister type, hear me out. I am so very happy for my friends. They have found wonderful men to share their lives with and I am honored to stand by them while they start their new journeys. I am also thrilled that some of them are popping out babies...on purpose. (Confession: I don't know if I'll ever get used to that. It still makes me shudder, cute as they are. )...more
My beef with my married and kidded friends is that they speak to me as if my single status has ...more

Hanging Up On Drama

I’m just getting into bed, the nightly ritual of removing my make-up (most of the time), plugging my phone in to charge and turning off the lamp, when my phone starts to ring. I have to admit that I am guilty of never ever turning off my phone. It’s just past midnight so let’s face it, the call is not going to be good news or idle chit chat – either drunken ramblings or drama. I’m right, it’s the same friend who always calls at midnight....more

Not Dark Yet

The other night, as I drove home after an evening of sharing, listening, talking, "Not Dark Yet" by Bob Dylan came on the radio.  Feeling a little melancholy, I immediately thought of you, my former best friend.  I can't believe we live so close to one another, despite being a couple thousand miles from our hometown, and yet I don't know you anymore.  You don't know me, either....more
Love this. :)more

Call Me—No Maybe About It

This morning I woke from a dream involving technical difficulties in Skyping with friends far away. The melancholy of the dream combined with PMS led to me crying into my coffee grounds.Remember that horrible homesickness the first night you spent away from home? That was me this morning. I wondered how I would survive two more months before I headed to Colorado to celebrate my 40th birthday with “my girls.” Then, as I swapped my third text with one of these friends, I remembered this wonderful invention called the telephone....more