A touch of sand It’s just an innocent ride home from Jones Beach, right? A little bit of sand clinging to Peggy’s skin. A crowded car. Peggy is jammed onto Abe’s lap as he strokes her arm, brushing off the sand. Is that sunburn on her face, or the undeniable color of chemistry? Right. They […]
Mixing My Martini, Musing on My Mad Men. . .
What day of the week is it across the country? Mad Men Day, of course. And while it isn’t quite evening yet, it’s approaching cocktail hour in my neck of the woods. Why not get a jump on the festivities? I’ve had a productive weekend, albeit sans my favorite role as provocateur, or should I […]
Chemistry
Can’t keep my hands off. Can’t stop thinking about being together. Closing my eyes, and reliving. . . everything. Chemistry. That elusive element of sexual attraction – all the moments and threads, the knowing and not knowing, the words, the whispers, the silences. The piercing gaze you cannot turn away from. So many sensory experiences. […]
Starting Over, Over and Over
I ask myself: How many times must I learn the same lesson? And I answer: As many as it takes. I ask myself: How many times must I start over? And I answer: As many as opportunity allows. Starting over I find myself starting over – again. Small things. Big things. And of course, simultaneously. […]
Is Romance Dead?
Defining and understanding… romance.
Send Me No Flowers
The power of the flower… and a little old fashioned romance.
Self Portrait: What’s Your Angle?
How do you define yourself to others?
Precarious Pairings: Mad Men Episode 10 (Hands and Knees)
A couple, embracing in a moment of intimacy. Both are seemingly on the same page, sure of their world, their judgments of others. Pete and Trudy share a moment. “Just remember. Everything’s good here,” she says, as her husband proudly rubs her pregnant belly. In an episode of Mad Men where our favorite characters find […]
Silence is Golden, Sort Of
No need to dress. No need to drive. No need to cook – heating a frozen dinner in the microwave was just fine. And not one word. No need to speak at all, for 36 hours. Bliss. Yesterday was my first day off in two months. No parenting, no worrying, no checking a clock or […]
“Finding Ourselves”
Is “finding yourself” the right search? Is it the only one?