Is “date” just another four letter word?

Recently it occurred to me that maybe dating isn’t always supposed to evolve into a capital R Relationship. At least not at every single* point in one’s life. For example, I’m in my mid 50s. In about five years I’ll be eligible to retire and my house will belong to me free and clear. It … Continue reading Is “date” just another four letter word?

Just a normal weekend

After days of the most bizarre of circumstances and events, I felt mentally shot. I was exhausted in every imaginable way and, by the time Friday afternoon rolled around I was done. Done. Of course, I couldn’t go directly home. There are always errands to be run and once I am home, I’m not leaving … Continue reading Just a normal weekend

Tears for the red, white and blue

It has been a distressing couple of days, hasn’t it? Who am I kidding? It’s been a horrifying 4 years, to be truthful. Note: I say this from my white privileged perspective knowing full well that those of other demographics have suffered tremendously for centuries. Even though the number of fatalities was minuscule in comparison … Continue reading Tears for the red, white and blue

The truth about online dating

Online dating is weird. One man I chatted with told me, after I expressed surprise that he had lied about his age (shaving a couple of years off the true number), he expects everyone online to lie about things such as their age or height. I told him I preferred to not lie, having been … Continue reading The truth about online dating

Snow. White.

As a powerful N’oreaster was bearing down on New York, it certainly was looking very holiday season-ish.  Interestingly enough, in this year like no other, it seems that festive decorations and twinkling bulbs have been particularly plentiful. It’s almost as if residents have strung themselves together to fight back the darkness of a pandemic with … Continue reading Snow. White.

Things for which I’m grateful in 2020

The good health of my childrenand my loved ones.Neighbors who host bonfires for socially distanced get togethersand who are capable of, and willing to, spatchcock your Thanksgiving bird.That my days of being a server working my way through college are long goneand that I don’t own a restaurant.My proximity to the Normanskill Farm for quick … Continue reading Things for which I’m grateful in 2020

Sunday morning woodsmoke hair…

...seems like the perfect smell to wake up to on the last day of what has been an excellent week. The aroma of last evening’s socially distanced, neighborhood bonfire lingered in a way that made me smile with satisfaction. It’s been such a good week.What makes a good week in my world? It’s funny because … Continue reading Sunday morning woodsmoke hair…