My friend Martha divorced around the same time I did. We didn’t know each other then, but wound up neighbors after we both moved from our Marital Estates into sensible little easy-care townhouses.
As we became friends, Martha inspired me: She ran her own business. She biked to the gym every morning. She grew her own cucumbers and turned them into pickles.
And I like to think I inspired Martha: I dated like crazy, entertaining the neighborhood with tales from the trenches of Match.com.
I have yet to make pickles, but I have grown a few fine vegetables. As for Martha, she’s rekindled an old flame, now hot enough to make her blush in the telling.
Martha is 63. Surprised?
