In 30 years of serial monogamy, dodging in and out of serious relationships, I have always planned for the end from the beginning.
Picking up on the signs of a relationship after being oblivious for so long.
After our divorce, we didn’t want to lose the friendship. We still helped each other through the hard times.
In a gratifying reversal of the conventional script, sex had turned into love.
A teenager who is drawn to adventure, except in matters of the heart, finds the silver lining in a terrifying accident.
The parameters for a Valentine’s Day gift seem to have narrowed, making choosing one for someone you love even more challenging.
Learning that whoever treated the tortoise with love and care was a keeper.
We’d been friends a long time, but it was entirely possible that we’d just guessed what the other person wanted to hear.
With few outside pressures, we had nothing to do but love each other and be happy.
Marriage-role terminology carried too much baggage of a history I didn’t want. Until my gay friends began using the words.