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Taking Care of Me (and It Felt Really Good)
This past weekend, I did something I don’t always do on purpose. I didn’t plan a date.I didn’t scroll through messages wondering if someone would ask me out.I didn’t try to “fit in” anything social or romantic. Instead… I focused on me. At first, it felt almost too quiet. We get used to filling every
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The “I’ll know in the First Five Minutes” Theory!
Have you ever sat down for a first date and within five minutes thought… “Well…this isn’t going anywhere.” Or maybe… “I think I actually like this person.” People always ask if love at first sight exists. I’m not sure about that. But I do believe in first-five-minute intuition. It’s usually not about looks. It’s about
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In Defense of the Coffee Date
Mention coffee dates in the online dating world, and you’ll quickly discover that people have strong opinions. Some people think a first date should be dinner. Others want drinks, a walk in the park, or an activity. As for me? Give me a cup of coffee and a comfortable chair, and I’m happy. Here’s why.
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First Date Jitters? Join the Club.
One of the biggest surprises about dating after divorce wasn’t learning how to use dating apps or figuring out what to wear on a first date. It was discovering that first-date jitters don’t disappear with age. You would think that after raising children, building a career, managing a household, and surviving life’s ups and downs,
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My First First Date (Again)
Two years after my divorce, I finally said yes to something I never thought I’d have to do again: go on a first date. It felt surreal. It had been 25 years since my last first date — the one with my husband. Back then, I thought that date would be my last first date
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Why I Started This Blog
Last weekend, I went on a coffee date. Now before anyone gets too excited, let me clarify: this was not one of those movie-scene coffee dates where two people lock eyes over oat milk lattes and discover they both love jazz and rescue dogs. No. This was a one-man show. And apparently, I was seated
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Happy Birthday to me.
Turning 60… and Starting Over Tomorrow, I turn 60. Even writing that feels surreal. Sixty used to sound like a number that belonged to “other people.” Not me. Not yet. And yet, here I am—on the edge of a new decade, with a cup of coffee in hand and a life that looks very different
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