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The FORTUNE COOKIE August 5, 2013

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Years ago, actually, right after I kicked my husband to the curb, I was at one of those bargain basement type stores and found the cutest little gifts. I picked up quite a few of them with the intention of hanging on to them until I had need of a white elephant gift or some similar type goodie. However, one of the ones I picked up was, somewhat unconsciously, for me. It was a “Love Fortune Cookie.” It was this silver, hinged fortune cookie that was shaped like a heart and had a little 88 page book of individual fortunes you could tear out and store in the cookie to surprise or share with a lover. It was intended as a romantic keepsake.

It reminded me of a game I once played with the only man, that at that point in time, I could honestly say I had truly been in love with, and that thought left me with a smile. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t trying to reconnect with that guy. He was dead and gone, as was the love we had. I was hoping to one day reconnect with the feeling of being that much in love (which coincidentally came with being THAT MUCH infuriated with him.)

I was dating a guy at the time of this purchase and just never felt compelled to share it with him, or the next guy, or the next guy, or the next guy. It sat in a drawer I rarely accessed and when I would run across it I would smile but I left it in that drawer. Today, I was cleaning my office; a task that was much overdue. I ran across that little box again and I stopped and thought about it. I’ve been dating someone the past 2.5 years. I very much love him, but I don’t see myself sharing this with him either.

Every little girl grows up with that notion that one day she is going to marry “Mr. Wonderful.” She wants to marry some man that loves her more than life itself and she wants to love him with that same level of intensity…and it almost never works out that way. Out of my gazillion friends, I can probably only think of 4 couples who are genuinely married to their soul mate. I’m sure there are more but none come to mind at the moment, which, that in itself speaks volumes.

More of my friends are married to people whom they love, are complacent with, lust after…but aren’t “taken” with. By this I mean someone you love so much that you don’t mind the sacrifices you have to make. You don’t marry a person just because they’d make a great life partner. You marry them because you cannot imagine one day without them. Those are the people that you can be vulnerable enough with to share a cheesy silver, hinged fortune cookie. But sometimes…those life partners, well they’re just as good.


Cinderella July 17, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — multiplepersonalites @ 4:19 pm

About 4.5 years ago I went on the first date of my newfound single life. After being with my husband for the past 8+ years you’d think I’d have been a bit out of practice or nervous about dating but I wasn’t. I was fortunate enough to have somewhat known the first guy I went out with. He had dated a friend years before. So, I knew of him, through her, and we had many mutual friends. As a result, I was surprisingly very much at ease with the idea of a first date.  So, in my bold confidence, I wore a pair of 4″ heels that were the loveliest fuchsia patent leather; some truly sexy shoes!! 

I don’t remember if it was sprinkling or what but for whatever reason, it seemed we were rushing; and as I held his hand climbing the stairs to our destination, it happened. That lovely heel slipped right off my foot and I, in tow, kept going a step or two. My surprised “Oh” caused him to pause, look back, assess the situation and respond. Without missing a beat, he retreated down the stairs, scooped up my lost shoe, took my hand and placed it on his shoulder to steady me as he lifted my foot and replaced my shoe while saying “here you go Cinderella.” I remember as we laughed, thinking he might just be a keeper…and in so many ways he was. 

He was instrumental in my life at a point in time when I needed someone to be a rock. My once prudential strength had encountered a jackhammer and some days, the pieces needed someone with superglue and the patience of a saint. He was that person. 

We would sit up on his couch talking for hours; exploring everything from our shared faith, to our hurts, to our hopes, dreams and aspirations in life. He reintroduced me to wine and provided my first experience with sushi. I remember both instances with such clarity and am reminded of his care in being certain he found a wine that would suit my palate and then later selecting just the right sushi so I had a positive experience. Daily, he read me like a book, somehow always able to gauge my mood; and on the bad days, held me close through all the tears shed in hurt and anger. He was a constant source of encouragement and kept me tethered to my faith at a time when I was angry at God and not quite sure how to manage it. 

He was also a thorn in my side. Because, as far as our relationship went, we were never on the same page at the same time…him ready to move forward too soon when I wasn’t, I ready to move forward when he wasn’t. Though I lost the desire to continue a life with him and moved on, I’ve held close to my heart the role he played in healing the deepest of hurts. For that, I am ever grateful. 

This morning as I was walking into work, I walked out of my shoe, not once, but twice, the SAME SHOE. As I laughed, I flashed back, as I do every time I have walked out of a shoe since, to fond memories of him. 

God brings everyone into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Lest you think I sit here wistfully thinking of a discarded love, I’ve no doubt he was a “reason” and likely, I to him as well. Sometimes it is hard to decipher if people are reasons, seasons or lifetimes. I’m sure you’ve often heard the saying “Hindsight is always 20/20.” But, what of the midst of your uncertainty. How do you know who is in your life for what? What of friendships that you see fall by the wayside? 

Relationships, friendship or otherwise, are no different than a garden. They start with a seed or a seedling planted in healthy soil. That plant has to be cultivated. You have to water it, nourishing it. You have to provide it with sunlight to encourage a positive outcome. You sometimes have to prune it back to force it to use energy to regenerate the roots. You have to cut off dead parts. You have to pull the weeds that threaten to interfere with its growth. You have to ensure that it is not attacked by pests…and when it is, and the produce, and in some cases the plant, is lost you have to dig it up and start over. Both gardens and relationships take work. Roses and fruits or veggies can grow in many different conditions but to really thrive and produce the best result, you have to tend the garden. Food for thought…


Sneak Attack from Your Menstrual Cycle July 27, 2012

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You know what I mean. You go tinkle and bam…Aunt Flo announces her much earlier than planned visit. Then the whole world makes more sense, or at least the past week and a half does anyway. That explains why you almost bit the head off a small child for asking a typical small child question. That explains why you wanted to punch your computer. That explains why you have craved a Coke and chocolate like a crack whore fiends crack. That explains why you were on the verge of dropping your darling significant other for acting like an inconsiderate baboon. That’s that moment when you realize…I wish I could have had sex last night instead of going to sleep.

Welcome to my Blog. For years friends have been telling me I should write a book…although those friends were usually seeing my angelic side and not the one you just got a glimpse of. I wanted some place to be real. You know what I mean. I can’t be ME on Facebook because what will the church people think? If people really knew some of the off-the-wall things that I think they’d know the real me. They’d judge. Let’s be real…that’s what people do. You can’t love Jesus and drink a glass of wine with dinner. You can’t love Jesus and call someone a stupid bit**; or can you?

Here I can say whatever I want. I can mix the sweet, heartfelt goodness in my soul with the grouchy, wanna slap a punk and tell them to “pick up their shorts because they look like an idiot” bits.

Thanks for having me,