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Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 12
I straighten from my perch against the van and step closer to him, standing toe to toe. But not a battling toe-to-toe like with Mrs. Song. This kind is different. Heavy with emotion, a brimming glass ready to spill over. -
Divorce and Dating and Other Disasters at Age 40: Part 11
Warmth bubbles in my chest, like a package of my boys’ Pop Rocks found their way next to my heart. -
Divorce and Dating and Other Disasters at Age 40: Part 13
No, bad Anna. No picturing things that sparkle. Or flex. Or resemble any romantic kind of anything with Dylan. -
Divorce and Dating and Other Disasters at Age 40: Part 14
Flutters fill my tummy, the same, uncontrollable butterflies that make an appearance every time he calls. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 17
We’re mirror images, him on one side, me on the other, tilting toward the hunk of wood that serves as our confessional. -
Divorce and Dating and Other Disasters at Age 40: Part 15
My body remains motionless as he leans in. This is it: The First Kiss After Divorce. -
Divorce and Dating and Other Disasters at Age 40: Part 16
Tears build and slide down my cheeks. My car; totaled, my finances; crap, my pool of people to rely on; a puddle. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 18
THE (NON) DATE WHERE I TALK TO KIRAKids gather at the splash pad below a suspended bucket. It wobbles, teetering with water until it slowly tips. High-pitched squeals and boisterous laughter crescendo as the cooling spray offers relief from the oppressive heat.Kira sits across from me at a table, watching the gleeful strains of summer ... -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 19
The fork pauses halfway to my mouth. An urge to laugh bubbles and I choke it back. “Women only want you for your body?” -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 20
“So, you’re dating the paramedic?” Dylan’s lips stay flat, his eyebrow raised, and he stares straight ahead.