Serpent’s teeth and the brilliance of Shakespeare

I hated reading Shakespeare as I grew up. The language seemed difficult, the concepts dry and old. I was, of course, ignorant. And a philistine. Now I know better, and am continually gobsmacked by what Shakespeare was able to contain in his works. I wonder who I was when I was younger - so sure…

Families, or what would we write about without them?

Saw a mini-van today with a partial stick-figure family on the back - just the dad and the son. The mom and another child had obviously been peeled off (in a fit of pique? In sorrow? In rage?). So I wondered. What happened to the other figures (there might even have been a dog there,…

What is love these days anyways?

Lately I've been wondering. I'm so lucky.I am surrounded by dear friends who I adore and who seem to like me. I don't think I've offended any strangers lately, except for that guy who wanted my parking space. I have children who care about me. But I lack love, that romantic upsurge of joy and…

How will I know?

Oh, sometimes I hate being a grownup. See, when you're a kid, you can spend hours gazing off into the distance and dreaming romantic dreams of life with your dreamboat, think about hours spent together, laughing as you walk along some mountain trail or canoeing down some whitewater river together. I remember spending hours and…

Serendipitous Connections

  I'm all grown up now, no kids to tow to rugby games or class performances , no parent-teacher lineups or other shared parental volunteer activities to set up friendships with other grown ups. It used to be easy to meet new folks - we were doing the same things at the same time, our kids…

Non-negotiables in relationships…

It's almost the end of February, and I have to say I'm glad - I've been participating in NaBloPoMo on the theme of love and relationships and my friends, reading the posts, call me to ask if I'm okay, check in about my mood, etc. I think they think I am heartbroken - but I'm…

Kissing, kissing, kissing!

Oh how I love the kiss.For me, it's a non-negotiable. The man I spend my time with has got to know how to kiss, or it's over before it starts. I love kissing, I love the way it makes my body screee up into a level of high pitch, the way the thrill starts from…

“When you fish for love,

Bait with your heart, not your brain" said Mark Twain. How foolish. Your heart can be so easily misled! It is easily fooled by scent, twinkling eyes, the touch of a hand, the feel of a kiss. I've had a few disastrous relationships in my time, and I have to say most of my missteps…

Sharing a space

I've recently invited my long term male friend to come and live with me. He works, while I live the gentler life of a disabled person, with the needs for sleep and aggressive self-care that involves. Unlike my former husband, who made every departure an event that left me wide awake in the dawn, my…

It’s spring, when a young heart’s thoughts turn to those of love…or is that just limerence?

Ah, the joy of another new word. I thought there were phases of love, yes, but I knew nothing of the word limerent, coined by Dorothy Tennov in 1977. She described an anxious form of attachment, much like the infatuation of early love, but which varies according to the uncertainty associated with the LO (limerent…