While some think of this point in the calendar as early spring, I’ve come to know it as birthday season since all three of my sons’ birthdays fall between early February and late April. At the moment, it’s a two down, one to go situation, with my middle son’s birthday on the last day of … Continue reading Happiness is the best beauty product and other lessons learned
Category: aging
(Self) Cultivation
My youngest son is pressing hard for a septum piercing. Although I personally am not a fan of this particular embellishment, I’m coming to terms with his desire to have his 17 y/o body adorned in such a fashion. It’s his body and choice to make. I’ll have to respect that decision. The days of … Continue reading (Self) Cultivation
What did I do wrong?
How do you interpret someone’s lack of response to your overture? I’m not talking about romance here, people. No, I’m referring to occasions when you send a text or leave a voicemail for a friend and fail to receive a response within what you perceive to be a normal amount of time. What do … Continue reading What did I do wrong?
Court and spark, please
If you’d asked me a few years ago what I was seeking in a romantic relationship I’m confident that the words “to be courted” would have been part of that conversation. Actually, I’m absolutely certain we could go back and do a “DelSo blog” and “courted” Google search and find posts I’ve written over the … Continue reading Court and spark, please
Greeting the ghosts
There was a sudden loss recently in my oldest and dearest friend’s life, the death of a significant person in her life, as well as in the lives of countless others. The man lost had lived a life with many chapters and there was no doubt how special he was. One quick look around the … Continue reading Greeting the ghosts
Seeing Rome as a middle aged woman
On this most recent trip to Rome, I had no agenda other than some restaurants which I hoped to visit. This left me with three consecutive days to simply wander around to my heart’s content. As I walked, seemingly up and down every hill in that magical city, maybe even twice, I had a realization … Continue reading Seeing Rome as a middle aged woman
Hands on. Hands off.
The hotel where I spent the night in Ischia had spa facilities, a term which is not defined universally. In Europe, I’ve learned, it generally means an array of water and steam baths and showers and a generally low key attitude. The view from my balcony I appreciate that definition because I enjoy moving from … Continue reading Hands on. Hands off.