A Jamaican Beauty – Part 1
I was twelve when my mother turned forty and started to disappoint me. There is nothing more painful in this life than disillusionment, but it happens to everyone and usually starts with parents.
No more Mr. Nice guy, errr girl…
June 14, 2010 by Grace
Filed under On Life, On Relationships
A friend recently released a children’s book called Nice to be Nice. She’s also a blogger, so we frequently find ourselves discussing the nice and not so nice behavior of the people around us. As I get older I find myself embracing a different kind of nice.
A Land Enchanted
As a child I imagined the age of forty would find me holding a PhD and having four sons loving me from every corner of my world. I suppose I’m finding out that turning forty is no panacea, no final exorcism of every internal demon…
From a man who sings to a man who listens: The evolution of my “list”
I’ve been journaling since I was about 14. That’s why it was pretty easy for me to go back to them and look at “the lists” I’ve created and recreated over the years. You know the list I’m referring to. It’s the list of desirable qualities in a mate, Mr. Right…“The One.”
The search for the elusive “one”
You know the one – he’s the guy who meets all the criteria on that list you’ve been carrying around since you were 21, revised when you were 27 and then again at 35. I know the list well – I’m on my 3rd revision myself.
