One warm summer night in Monte Carlo while backpacking in 1990, Zar, Tanya, and I decided to splurge on a banana split, while eating on a cliff overlooking the sea. As backpackers, we never ordered dessert, because we had to save every penny. But tonight, we were in Monte Carlo, and this was our way of being “high rollers.” The moon was hovering over the sea, turning the sky around it electric blue, and making the ice cream taste like…
Dashing Divorcees are those fabulous women who had their hearts broken and then stood up in their optimal power and made some magic for our world! This is the gift of our journey through painful experiences–when we get to the other side, we can hold up a lantern for those of us just starting down the path, letting them see the light, follow the light, and know that life can be even better than they ever dreamed! Our Dashing Divorcee…
Bravo the women who stand back up after having their hearts broken! Bravo to the women who make their own magic! Bravo to Agatha Christie for filling the world with her stories! Viva la Dashing Divorcees!
Divorce was a door I never dreamed would be put in front of me, and when it appeared out of nowhere, I was pushed through, kicking and screaming, my eyes squeezed shut, my hands over my ears. I never wanted any of this. I thought my family was a forever family. I was in it for the long haul, willing to do anything and put with anything to keep our family together. But, life had other plans. And guess what…
If I was a Love Goddess, my precious necklace would be made up of a string of magical moments, experiences that I will treasure forever, that can never be taken, lost or stolen, or dropped in the sea…
My motto: Sell the jewels, take the trip! In 2018 I had a banner year–I lost my father to cancer, my best friend to suicide, and my marriage to infidelity. I didn’t know what to do to keep my head above water, so I decided to plan an epic bucket list trip for myself, my teenagers, and my niece. I spent so many nights dreaming of sleeping in castles and taking the ultimate luxury train through the mountains, that I…
And now, I have a marvelous treasure safely stored in a rainbow silk scarf, some fragile fragments of a certain palace, a palace so beautiful you can still see its reflections in the sky over Mt. Kilimanjaro when the light is just right.
I hope when the time comes to bet on yourself, you double down.
When I travel, I can’t resist a quirky hat shop. While exploring Candlemaker’s Row in Edinburgh, I ended up in a hat shop called Rosie’s. My best friend, Kim and I, tried on hat after hat, taking on their personalities, from jaunty riding hats to French Riviera sun hats to Irish tweed newsboy caps. We decided new hats qualified as necessary purchases and we used Kim’s emergency credit card. (We paid it back later.) Kim was smart in her purchase,…