Winning the Divorce

About four months after B. and I separated, he asked if I could meet him for dinner. He had some news. The "news" was that he would more or less be living in Paris for the next 12-24 months, overseeing a European company purchase made by his company.  For anyone not in the know, B. and I parted on excellent terms and have remained friends. I was thrilled for him, but couldn’t resist a small tease.

“So you’re saying that if I had hung on for four more months, I could be a freelance writer living in Paris?” I asked.

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As Heard On the Mountain

Blair and I were texting this weekend, talking about vacations. I’ve been contemplating various itineraries and although I haven’t said anything to anyone,  a visit to Machu Picchu is near the top of my list. So it didn’t surprise me at all that Blair and I ended up having this text conversation:

Blair Harris: I'm contemplating Machu Picchu in October.

Dena Harris: OMG  - Machu Picchu is one of the places I was looking at with Road Scholar. I would crack up if we bumped into each other there.

Blair Harris: Wow.

Dena Harris: “Sooo… Hi, Blair.” (As heard on the mountain.)

Blair Harris: You're funny.

Dena Harris: “Hi Dena. F--k.” (As also heard on the mountain.)

If it would happen to anyone, it would happen to us.



Careful - We Become What We Sneer At

I walked in my condo the other day and found my mom had left me a note.

Met your neighbor Sherry—last unit in your building. She’s 45, very friendly and said for you to stop by anytime and introduce yourself or she’s around if you ever need anything.

 Swear to God, my knee-jerk thought was, “Who is this sad, older woman my mom is trying to have me be friends with?” Then it hit me.


This sad older woman is one  year older than me.

I had to laugh. Perspective is a scary thing.  



What's Really Necessary

I woke up this morning with no voice. Tried to say hello to Snowball the cat and a croak came out. I've been battling a sore throat for a week now and thought I was winning but it caught up with me yesterday. Well played, lingering bacterial infection. Well played.

I went to Urgent Care (Them: Who is your primary care physician? Me: You.) this morning only because I leave for my epic 260-mile Run Across Georgia event this Tuesday and a sore throat and lingering cough is NOT in the game plan. She put me on antibiotics so hopefully I'll get everything cleared up before the start gun goes off at 4 AM on Wednesday. 

I was just in my tiny condo kitchen, cleaning up after some cooking when I went to use a soapy paper towel to wipe off the countertops and thought, "Whoops, I can't do that. Granite." Then I remembered...

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