Two holiday seasons 50 years apart and we are together again, sharing the best of times in the worst of times. Anything is possible.
At this age, eyes wide open. Trade-offs that might unsettle youngsters are balanced by the satisfaction and security we offer each other.
I’m good to go with this guy, and so grateful that our life experience has prepared us for this moment when our grit becomes a pearl.
There are many kinds of chaos. A vintage man cave is one kind, the psychic disruption of falling in love is another.
Today’s sex-positive ethics require a pre-contact conversation accelerated by Covid. Kissing in the time of corona is dangerous.
I put soulmate in the same category as kissing frogs and Prince Charming. I just can’t believe in something as whimsical as that again.
Our collective diapers need changing before we tip the whole world into catastrophe. Anger about our rash has made us irrational.