I often say that my husband and I had our first date in a canoe, but of course that’s an exaggeration. Our first date was in December. But it’s no exaggeration to say that camping and fishing are an important part of who we are as a couple. My husband has a passion for the wilderness and for canoeing and fishing. And I’ve learned, over the years, to love the wilderness too. We’ve spent a lot of time together in a canoe. Our relationship has been tested as a result.
Like my first canoe trip in 1985, when it snowed. That was definitely a test. Or our canoe trip back in 2014.
Six months ago I wrote, “Don’t hold me to this, but I’m thinking about signing up with one of those online dating sites.” Fast forward and I’ve been online for only two weeks, and I’m ready to log off. One of Oprah‘s favorite sayings is, “A person will tell you who they are if you just listen.” When it comes to online dating, who they are starts with their name.
Like… Butthole, Player, SorryDude, Pacemaker, HorseRaceBetter, BedBug, WildTrash, YourLoveSlave and MyScorpiosRising… Seriously?
PHOTOGRAPH BY FRANK GLICK
“Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
– Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
– Why the early bird gets the worm;
– Life isn’t always fair;
– And maybe it was my fault. Continue Reading
OUR HOSTESS, THE CONTESSA, ALSO KNOWN AS THE @ANTIQUEGODDESS AND ELIZABETH
One of my favorite people on Instagram is a woman known as “The Contessa” or the “@AntiqueGoddess.” A few months ago she asked her Instagram followers if anyone wanted to come to her home for lunch? Hello!! Why yes, I would. When she said her table could only hold eight, so we needed to let her know asap…
I responded by saying, “I’m coming even if I have to bring my own folding chair and TV tray!”
SUE BURPEE AND HER HUSBAND ON A SAILING ECO-CRUISE IN NEW ZEALAND.
Recently I heard a radio host, inquiring if a guest would retire soon, ask, “Do I see a hammock in your future?” That reminded me of Grace Coddington, who when stepping down as Creative Director at Vogue, said she was “definitely not retiring” because she didn’t want “to sit around.”
Really? Hammocks? Sitting around? That’s their vision of retirement?
PHOTOS FROM STEFANO GABBANA'S INSTAGRAM PAGE. HE WAS IN NO WAY MEAN TO SARAH JESSICA PARKER.
Dear Brittany & Jessie, Part of me wants to say you’re rude and shallow, while another part of me thinks the difficulty our culture has with aging is because of people like you. Who are you to mock the way Sarah Jessica Parker looked at Monday night’s Met Gala with mean girl tweets like “she is aging faster than spoiled Greek yogurt,” “horses have a life span of 20-30 years so she is definitely blessed to still be with us” and “she’s aging like a bad raisin”?
Has it even occurred to you that you’ve shamed all women for the privilege of living and breathing and getting older?
Now that I no longer have three storage units full of my things and one of mother’s, the pieces I haven’t sold, given to the Salvation Army, or had hauled away, are stacked in cardboard boxes in my garage. Last weekend I started going through them.
Opening these boxes has been like entering a dusty, faded time machine.
Grieving the death of a spouse is like trying to hang-on to a 50-pound yo-yo. Grief plunges you to the bottom of despair, then raises you up for a brief glimpse of life, as you knew it, only to drop you again… and again. I never dreamed surviving the death of my second husband would make breast cancer seem easy.
In the last few weeks, two of my friends have lost their husbands to a serious illness. I’ve lost two husbands to death. I know how they’re feeling.
PHOTOGRAPHY ©BRENDA COFFEE, 1010PARKPLACE, LLC, 2018
The best thing about New Orleans isn’t the food, although it is fabulous, or the live music on the street. It is the people, most notably the women I met this week.
Would you believe I went to New Orleans to have lunch with women I know from Instagram?