Every one of us needs that one friend who knows more about any given subject than we do. If you need advice on parenting, on cooking, on finding a mate or balancing your bank statement, this is the friend to call.
Finding the right something isn't about spending as much money as you can reasonably afford -- it's about picking what's most likely to resonate with her, her interests and her style.
I had just gotten my head above water. Why, oh why, did he have to appear? Why, oh why, was I forged as an all-or-nothing human? Couldn't I just have dinner and some casual sex like normal people? Did I have to want to rip everyone's face off and subsume myself?
I am feeling embarrassed even as I write this, but, well, we have whiskers, they have whiskers. It is time for the cold war between men and cats to end.
Alright ladies! The secret to getting the fellas interested and then creeped out and then interested again in less than 24 hours is in. And I've got it down to a science.
We need more celebrating of each other's goodness and more having each other's backs. And sometimes that means going out of the way to help each other take that step or leap that seems both terrifying and wickedly exciting.
My husband doesn't look like Zac Efron. But he looks like Prince Charming to me. And he does the dishes. And brings me a cup of tea every night.
Making new friends then: Oh my god! I am totally in that same class! You are coolest, let's hang out. Now: OK. So I see from the stains on your pants that only go from the knee down that you have some type of toddler living in your home. Me too. Wanna come over?
My childhood friends are my partners in crime, my trusted advisers and an eternal source of laughter in my life.
Don't expect your partner to read your mind, or to bring you breakfast in bed, or to offer to wash the dishes. It's not going to happen. You can't expect anything from anyone -- you have to make your desires known.
Fortunately, I got to go to college in the late '60s. The Second Wave ruled! Birth control was readily available and there were savvy girls from all over the world at UNM. What was even better, they knew nothing about me. Sure, I was a little weird, but weird was in. I could blend. Somewhat.
One joy in reaching midlife is that I know my friends and I are still pals after all these years not because we are bound by PTA or corporate meetings, but because we have all thrown every possible foible onto the table along with plenty of glasses of wine.
If he acts like your boyfriend, takes down his dating profile, calls you daily, texts you daily, spends almost every night with you, says you're exclusive, and is affectionate in public, why won't he call you his girlfriend?
During a conversation I was having with my husband about an old friend, I asked him, "Would you go to his funeral?" My husband pondered this and responded, "No, probably not."
What is the greatest part about not having a boyfriend? It's understanding that you do not require one to be complete.
I thought I couldn't be me without him. I thought I couldn't be me without someone else. What I didn't understand was that I shouldn't have to be someone's girlfriend to be "someone" to myself.