Hollywood: Both Sides of the Age Divide
This is the tale of my on- and off-again affair with Hollywood – both the industry, and the city of my birth. This post is made possible with support …
We’ll drink to that
Playdates Are Not Just for Kids Any More
In late middle age, I’ve come to a realization: Playdates are not just for children. From the day my daughter was born, I lived my life according to her …
Two Drinks at
BlogHer
The picture shows me playing with a giant piece of macaroni at the Kraft booth. I really would eat one that size. Linda and I are at the …
Letting Go in a Dangerous World
We drove our little girl to the airport, watched her enter the terminal, and drove away. Mind you: That “little girl” is a 20-year-old young woman, and we’ve …
On
Turning 60
I’m just trying to navigate the highway to hell – I mean, senior citizenship.
The Grief Comes
in Waves
My relationship with my mother was complicated, so I shouldn’t be surprised that grieving her loss is not what I would have expected, either.
Last Day Alone…
Naturally
Well, I’ve certainly done a lousy job writing a post every day. And, where did the past two weeks go? Right now I’ve got Philadelphia Story on the …
Still Alone…
Day 9
I was born into a family of writers, but a writer I am not. So trying to blog, participate in the NaMaBlo, is difficult. It is frustrating because …
Day 5 of 15: Alone for the First Time in 30 years
Boy, was that a good weekend. Did I already say that? What was the icing on the cupcake is that it was Daylight Savings Time. (Or was it …
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