Love to you all around the world! Welcome to another Thanksgiving post.
Ever since one of my four sisters ripped our family apart after I came back from Australia, my U.S. holidays have morphed somewhat.
I’m blessed to be with family, period. Continue reading
Recently I made a friend who had a parent pass closely following our first encounter.
Nothing hurts more than losing what we hold most sacred. I have’t really stopped thinking of this person who I love during such a sad time.
I spoke with one of my favorite people earlier today about my lack of phone and slow, albeit gracious, embrace of anti screen-ville.
We exchanged “I love you” and plans… Continue reading
My weekend has been spent staying awake, carving pumpkins and weaving around midtown.
I’m happy to have a friend around while I ride out the end of the most recent stint of terrible. I ate Thai food last night and laughed until I was lying on the ground in giggles. My friend put a pumpkin on his head to make me smile and carved out the face that I drew on another one. Continue reading
I’m snapping out of it blog tribe.
As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away – I don’t really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn’t have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it’s possible I might be classified a recluse.
Not that I’m misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn’t fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn’t live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it’s just that since my divorce – I’m usually alone (minus the babies).
Anyways, last night I saw a favorite person who greeted me with, “How’s your boyfriend?”
Uuuuuuugh. Continue reading
Regardless of what part of the planet I reside on… there is always a circle of some sort around me, holding me up.
In the instance of New York City, there are two fine gentlemen – one originally from the Bronx, the other from Brooklyn – who have essentially been carrying me around over the past month while I grieved the loss of another (not to mention favorite) love.
Love is for suckers. Continue reading