Chemistry 101

I don’t expect every date to feel like the chemistry experiments my lab partner and I muddled through in high school, the ones where the desired outcome was an exciting, and sometimes explosive, reaction. That word desire, however, continues to confound me just like Chemistry class did. In a romance, it’s certainly more fun when there's a mutual desire that clicks. But finding it and keeping it feel a bit like digging through the earth's crust to China. I’d been in the dating pool for two years when I met... Read More

A Shiny New Life

I remember the sparkle. The shimmery pink diaphanous tablecloths, the candlelight that danced up and down the towering crystal vases filled with satiny white gladiolus and more than a dozen place settings of good silver that created a dazzling perimeter around the dining room. “Wow, sixty’s not so bad,” I thought, grinning, as I drank in the scene of the most elegant birthday party given in my honor—ever. The hosts were my childhood friend and his husband, and they were standing alongside my husband of nearly 30 years, champagne flutes... Read More

Why Bits and Bobs?

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