Several years ago my mother came in waving her winning scratch-off ticket in the air. My ex smiled and said, “another winner?” and she beamed, “yes! This one was $50! I’m very lucky.” I said, “I never win anything on those.” She said, “well, I’m very lucky.” I said, “So am I, but I never… Continue reading Do You Feel Lucky?
I have to be honest–it’s not been hard to find dates. That being said–if they’re my age-range they’re already involved with someone else (but never tell you til after), or they’re just jumping from chick to chick because they are like sharks in the water that’s filled with chum after their divorce. Honestly, the best… Continue reading Dating after Divorce
Last night, on Christmas Eve, my youngest child sat on my bed and after telling me she had put brownies and milk out for Santa quietly followed it with, “I know Santa’s not real.” Her face was somewhat pale, small red blotches appeared, her eyes began to get glassy and she desperately held back her… Continue reading So, This is Christmas
I often tell people that I want my tombstone to say, “but, I just want to say one more thing…” People, I’ve noticed, are more free to say what they want when they hide behind a screen and use a keyboard. People have, and will continue, to say nasty things to me either by email,… Continue reading You Ain’t So Tough
I was supposed to be Michael. That’s what my mom told me. She assumed she was having another son and my name would be Michael. When they announced, “it’s a girl!” She asked, “are you sure?” The hunt for my name began. She thought about naming me after my father’s mother but my grandmother hated… Continue reading What’s Your Name?
Did I ever tell you about my dad’s mom? She was one tough lady (and her sister made her look like the softy of the two). My dad was the eldest of three boys. My Irish grandfather was a cop in Brooklyn. Back in the days where the cops did what they wanted. (you can’t… Continue reading T’was the Night Before Thanksgiving
A few summers ago I sat on the beach in Montauk with Bev. Her girls hesitated at the thought of going into the ocean as the waves came crashing in one after another. My son, who is their age (but slightly bigger), said, “I’ll go with you…” and they tentatively followed him. We watched from… Continue reading Do you know who you are? I know who I am.