I recently encountered the title “professional lifestylist” – and I snorted out loud.
I could understand hiring someone to cut your hair, pick your paint colors or even organize your closets. But a lifestylist? Does every element of our existence really require professional help?
But on further consideration, I asked myself, why not? After all, I [...]
Posts Tagged ‘divorce’
Who’s Stylin’ Now?
No Shame, No Gain
I recently heard a twice-divorced woman describe herself as a “two-time loser.” Ouch. It got me thinking about just how embarrassing it is to end a marriage.
When we talk about the emotional journey of divorce, great epic feelings like Pain, Fear and Loneliness tend to hog all the airtime. But I think embarrassment belongs right [...]
Stand by your… ?
I saw a crazy thing on TV the other day. A decade or more into marriage, the husband decided to switch genders and fulfill his lifelong yearning to live as a woman. The wife stood by her partner through the whole transition (yes, surgery), and at the time the segment was taped they were living [...]
One to ponder…
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 [...]
A Grateful Heart
My ex-husband came with a number of serious flaws and some truly fabulous old ladies. Most notably, a great aunt we’ll call Josephine, who epitomized the gracious Southern Dame.
Well into her seventies, Josie was beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with preserving the trappings of youth. It was all about elegant carriage, [...]
Umm… Congratulations?
Umm… Congratulations?
People often wonder about the appropriate response when someone gets divorced. I’m in the camp of a resounding “mazel tov!” A congratulatory exclamation of warm wishes and good luck makes every kind of sense as a rough chapter closes and a new one begins.
I am not insensitive to the sadness and pain that [...]
