The Ache

Posted on by Giddyup,Linda!
It happened more than once during my single years after the divorce. I'd awake, startled, in my bed as I felt a man's arms encircling me, then squeezing me so hard I gasped for air.  In the inky darkness broken only by the white digits on an alarm clock across the room, I'd bolt upright, heart pounding as if I'd just sprinted a 5K. "Who is he, where is he?" I'd say to myself, reaching frantically across the bed to feel the coolness of the undisturbed sheets.  Nothing there. I'd... Read More

Profiled: Part 1

Posted on by Giddyup,Linda!
I'm a woman who likes details.  So it's no surprise that I jotted down information about the dates I've been on since my divorce.  I'd have my notes ready before a second date to refresh my memory about the guys I met online. Answers are often in the details. My first step, though, was writing MY profile that told interested parties what I was looking for in a date.  I joined two sites, match.com and Tinder, and hoped men would swipe right and start an online conversation.  That was 10... Read More

Why Bits and Bobs?

Posted on by Giddyup,Linda!
Full disclosure: There's nothing British about me. Although I've titled this blog space with a British saying that means "small objects or parts of something," I'm a born and bred Midwesterner who divorced my husband of many years, then transplanted myself in the California desert. I started over in this place of rough and tumble beauty as a 60-year-old straight woman, mom, GG to her grand-kids, magazine writer and devoted yogi with one gay friend, grande margarita and tear-stained cocktail napkin at a time. It felt like free-falling off a... Read More