Happiness. It's relative.
When my old boyfriend came through the door of the hotel where my 40th high school reunion was being held, three girls, wait, three 58-year old women scurried over to quick give me the 411. “Clark’s here.” “He’s right over there.” Shushing and fluttering… Continue Reading “Hot Mess: My High School Reunion”
Two years ago, I went to my old boyfriend’s funeral. I milled around with old and old-looking friends and colleagues, talked to his nieces, now adult women, with whom I’d spent several Christmases so long ago, and every now and then glanced over at the urn that sat on… Continue Reading “Men We Love – A Domestic Violence Story: Part 4 The Coda”
Not long after the endless night keeping watch out the window, after a bunch of happy evenings with my boyfriend, a trip or two to the racetrack, a drive in the country with a stop at a funky bar, and, oh, maybe a concert… Continue Reading “Men We Love: A Domestic Violence Story: Part 2”