So every time you feel alone and heartbroken, imagine the Grand Poobah laughing and swimming in her jewels. Call up your own inner Elizabeth Taylor, a saucy hilarious gorgeous and dashing divorcee who always kept and open heart and never gave up on love. Put on your jewels and go for a swim. And don’t forget to raise your glass to this week’s Dashing Divorcee. Cheers!!
Reaching out your hand full of sand and building a magnificent glittering castle, with room for everyone you have ever loved. You know it will soon be washed into the sea. Build it anyway. Revel in the gorgeous momentary beauty, and remember, one of the things that makes it all so beautiful is that fact that it won’t last. Nothing will. I have seen the darkness, been on my knees with grief, and I still choose love.
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,
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
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
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 travels haven’t all been unicorns and fairies. In fact, I have met some pretty rude trolls on my journeys, and I don’t mean the cute kind with the fluffy pink hair; I mean the dark slimy kind that live under bridges.
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
It’s a magnificent time when our girls start to blossom into women, but it can also be a jarring time, as their hormones begin to swirl and their bodies start to change. Creating a ritual to honor their journey, set intentions for their path, and
