On Television Relationships

Spring Quarter.

Just as one season ends and heartache creeps in over the foreboded absence of  familiar faces (oh how I’ll miss William Macy’s haggard eyes, Don Cheadle’s smug disposition, and Lena Dunham’s nakedness!), the next round of beloved characters show up just in time to dab any errant tears.  Unanticipated satisfaction for recently forgotten yet equally-adored relationships lost (Don Draper! Tyrion Lannister! Cathy Jamison – The Big C) quickly occupy the temporary vacancy once feared to ruin the series of weekends to come.  Enjoy!    

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On Not Believing

Horoscope Propaganda.

Every few months or so I take the plunge and look up my horoscope (just to see), even though I consider myself a non-believer. Today it claims (according to yahoo), You've got something serious to talk about -- so make sure that you're going about it the right way! Your energy is just right for accessing and communicating your feelings to others. I'm a Taurus, by the way, and quite frankly I always have something serious to talk about, and anyone who knows me well has probably engaged in a heart-to-heart, all-cards-on-the-table, communication ritual in which we both answer the most serious of inquiries at some point (usually early on) in our relationship, however long or short.  So is my horoscope today true?  It 'tis, today and always, but that doesn't mean I believe in it anymore than I did before I read this.  Enjoy!

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On Saying Yesssssss...

...to the Dress!

With the exception of over-sized, tasteful, pastel-colored balloons, I've never been one to fantasize about my wedding day.  Until now, it was a far-off celebration in the eventual future that required little to no thought or consideration in advance.  So when  the day to scout out my (future) wedding dress approached, I only knew I didn't want to look like every other bride.  And while it wasn't the first dress I tried on or even immediately fell in love with, it fit like a glove and made me pause - big time.  And so the wedding planning began, and the dress measurements taken, and all of a sudden I'm counting down to the day I can re-try it on in the comforts of my own home and imagine what the big day will be like.  Enjoy!

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On Wanting Children

Deal Breaker.

Dinner conversation with (single or dating) girlfriends can lead to several rounds of welcomed red wine and multiple dessert options as details of Mr. Maybe(s) are exchanged, dissected, and discarded ad nauseam.  Until the baby conversation pops up over whether Mr. Right Now wants mini-hes not, and red flags inevitably raised for those respectable contenders waffling between definitely and I dont (think) know. Unpromising strategies are brainstormed to ensure minds will be changed, offspring eventually had, and happily-ever-afters a (not so) sure thing.  Enjoy!

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On Our Lasts

Living As If.

Every once in a while, we’re struck by an unexpected moment that reminds us to live each day and love each person as if.  And so – in those moments - we reevaluate our daily routines, our inability to express ourselves, our incognizant relationship to the things and people around us and vow to acknowledge and savior every breath and word and connection from here on in.  Until the urgency passes and the normalcy we once took for granted resumes, allowing us to exist as if everything will always be okay forever.  Enjoy!    

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On Kind-of-Friends

"KOF."

In your 30s and 40s, plenty of new people enter your life, through work, children’s play dates and, of course, Facebook. But actual close friends — the kind you make in college, the kind you call in a crisis — those are in shorter supply. As people approach midlife, the days of youthful exploration, when life felt like one big blind date, are fading. Schedules compress, priorities change and people often become pickier in what they want in their friends.
--Alex Williams, Author of Attached Article

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On Sundays in Brooklyn

Bagels & Papers.

Kitchen table covered with Brooklyn bagels, Philadelphia cream cheese, and the Sunday (New York) Times as school-age sisters argue over who gets to complete the maze on the back of the latest popular cereal box from the mid (to late) 80s.  Parent cuts bagels in thirds, toasting the perfectly-thinned middle section with minimal crust to eventually slather it in butter for the eldest, while youngest dips her fingers into the (butter) container for unadulterated samples.  Bagels are consumed in single breathes while Tropicana orange juices refilled, and the buzz of the weekend's end infiltrates this weekly family ritual.  Enjoy!  

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