Stories of a single mother raising four kids after her divorce while trying to reinvent herself, including dating again
With my Barbie lunch box filled with extra treats and my play clothes freshly pressed, I headed to school ready for a day of excitement. It wasn’t often St. Charles Grammar School allowed their student’s free dress. It was even rarer to go on a field trip.
“Now class,” Sister Margaret announced as we sat on the bus. “Remember, today is a day for learning. Not fooling around. I expect good behavior out of all of you.”
Despite the fact the outing would be more hours […]
When I was young, if someone labeled me stupid, my self-confidence would be ripped to shreds, leaving me feeling worthless and undesirable. But this time, I deserved to be called out.
On June 28th, I went in for what was deemed a mere procedure on my knee: nothing major, nothing life threatening, just a little tear in the meniscus. Having already undergone two hip replacements, I was sure my recovery would be easy-peezy.
Fearless, I Ubered to Stanford Hospital for my 7:00 am surgery and woke […]
As the tall silver fox from Sausalito chatted on, I found my breath taken away. It isn’t often I meet a handsome stranger at a Sharks ice hockey game, but as the fans began to scream; we knew it was time to go inside. Saying goodbye, we exchanged business cards with the promised to meet again.
For the next several days, we flirted via text and email.
“Finally someone normal,” I thought. “How fun to meet a cute guy organically and not on the Internet.” Feeling […]
Staring into the imploring eyes of the woman sitting across from me, I cringed. What she was asking was so beyond my comfort zone, I felt fear seep into every pore of my body.
Each January, I take a look back at what has been, what was good, what needed to be changed, and how to move forward. This year, I decided to receive a little astrological guidance from my sweet friend, Judith Royal, “Star Whisperer.”
Looking at my chart, she immediately began with, “This is […]
In 2004, pausing in the shade of an old oak tree while taking my daily walk, I peered through the chain-linked fence of the Los Altos Country Club to witness what I considered perfection: A relationship that stood the test of time.
“How precious,” I thought, viewing two aging souls enjoying a round of golf together. Once upon a childhood dream, this was supposed to be my future; growing old with the man I married, appreciating life as a couple after the kids were gone. […]
Growing up surrounded by highly explosive XY chromosomes, the expectation was clear from an early age: learn sports, play sports, love sports – or die. I chose to live.
As a child, if I wanted a playmate, I had to become one with testosterone and their activities. Not only did I live with three brothers, but the entire neighborhood was dominated by the male beast.
While my siblings were ok with the fact I was of the female persuasion (perhaps because I proved to be just […]