Tag: Dating
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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 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 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 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 10
The memory of Dylan’s laughter escapes from my mental locket. I can imagine his eyes crinkling, the gray brilliant with humor. His smile curving upwards and making his face almost too beautiful to look at. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 9
Recently divorced Anna Waite is learning to appreciate life after first love. This is her coming of middle age story. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 8
He laughs so hard he struggles to catch his breath. Taking a snapshot of the sound, I close it in my memory, like a mental locket ready to open when I need it. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 7
The way he says friend makes me smile, and warmth spreads in my belly. It fills me like a pecan pie straight from the oven. -
Divorce And Dating And Other Disasters At Age 40: Part 6
Recently divorced Anna Waite is learning to appreciate life after first love. With the support of her best friend Kira and a solid sense of humor, Anna tackles the world of dating. This is her coming-of-middle-age story. THE (NON) DATE WHERE I MOVE A COUCH I often ask myself, how did I get into this ...