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It’s pathetic, really,what a bad friend I am. You know that friend you want to bemoan to, share your fears, loneliness and sadness about someone who hasn’t shown up in your life? Yeah, I’m really bad at being her. My challenge is, I guess, to borrow from that old movie “The Sixth Sense,” is I see people. Not dead people, mind you, like little Haley Osment saw in the movie. In my case, I can’t
Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I find that a less attractive option the older I get. There’s that. Maybe I just shouldn’t have looked. But who could miss it? My eyes popped out first. Couldn’t Believe What I Saw Two teenaged girls behind me waiting to check out in the grocery store wearing shorts. Shorts. What an understatement that was. Shorts. Too long a word to describe the length of the garments on these girls. Hoochie mama shorts.
As lucky charms go, mine is not shy. “Daryn, you should write a column about me,” she strongly suggested this week. Since she is the one who, I believe, changed my life for the best ever, hers is a request I’m sure to fulfill. So here goes. She showed up at one of those low times. One of those, feel sorry for myself, this is never going to get better, I’m on verge of getting bitter, Pity Party for One,
Please catch my newspaper column each week in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, the Dayton Daily News and other newspapers across Ohio. Here’s this week’s column: I want to ask her to be my new best friend. I haven’t exactly actually met her yet. There’s that. My teenaged daughter is already freaking out at the idea. There’s that, as well. “It’s stalker, creepy,” she informs me. “What? Dreaming of making someone I’ve not actually met my new BFF?” This conversation is
Please catch my newspaper column each week in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, the Dayton Daily News and other newspapers across Ohio. Here’s this week’s column: I hate not being able to help. The pull to help seems to come as naturally to me as my 14-year-old dog is drawn to her liver-flavored treats. And yet, there are times when you have to know you can’t. You just can’t. At least Dear Reader out there understands my frustration. For this one man, a husband, this
Please catch my newspaper column each week in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, the Dayton Daily News and other newspapers across Ohio. Here’s this week’s column: It seems unfair. Really unfair. It’s something so wonderful I wish all moms could have it. And yet, only a small minority of us get to. My fellow adoptive Moms, this is the column you could’ve written. That Sad Look You know that sad look some people give when they see someone
You will be so proud of me. I know exactly the question not to ask. Three of my friends are pregnant right now. This is good news, in that new life is on the way. That’s always about hope and what is possible. They have all been moaning to me about their sore backs and swollen feet, one of them has got a memory foam mattress so the other 2 are extremely jealous! It’s also good news in that
Please catch my newspaper column each week in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, the Dayton Daily News and other newspapers across Ohio. Here’s this week’s column: Not me. Was never going to happen. That was something that happened to plenty of other people that I knew, just not me. Fine, confession, I felt just a touch superior that I didn’t have to go there. I was so busy feeling better than those other people that I didn’t see it creeping up to grab me.
Please catch my newspaper column each week in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, the Dayton Daily News and other newspapers across Ohio. Here’s this week’s column: Have you ever thrown a party and were overwhelmed by the gifts that keep on coming? That’s what it’s been like over the last few weeks ever since I shared with you, “25 Of The 50 Things I Learned By The Time I Turned 50.” I explained how I only included 25 of the 50 because I wanted you
Please catch my newspaper column each week in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, the Dayton Daily News and other newspapers across Ohio. Here’s this week’s column: Dear Valentine’s Day, Let’s face it: things have not been great between you and me. With your special day upon us, I feel no better time to discuss the issues we have had over the years. All that time I was single and you insisted on stocking every grocery store, drug store, flower shop, shopping mall and airport kiosk
