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Tag: self-help

Dancing my way to serenity

Posted in Health

We said goodbye as if it were the end of school: email addresses exchanged, and the vague promise, most likely not kept, to see each other again.
J, who exudes altruism from every pore, brought gift bags for each and one of us. P, who professes not to cook, tried to keep us healthy with a kale salad, a mission I destroyed with my sinful cake. Both joy and sadness filled our pockets.

The marriage plot

Posted in Life & Love, Relationships, and Uncategorized

Sailing boat in storm[…] Iris would sometimes think, about marriage: it was only a boat, too. A wooden boat, difficult to build, even more difficult to maintain, whose beauty derived at least in part from its unlikelihood. Long ago the pragmatic justifications for both marriage and wooden-boat building had been lost or superseded. Why invest countless hours, years, and dollars in planing and carving, gluing and fastening, caulking and fairing, when a fiberglass boat can be had at a fraction of the cost? Why struggle to maintain love and commitment over decades when there were far easier ways to live, ones that required no effort or attention to prevent corrosion and rot? Why continue to pour your heart into these obsolete arts? Because their beauty, the way they connect you to history and to the living world, justifies your efforts. A long marriage, like a classic wooden boat, could be a thing of grace, but only if great effort was devoted to its maintenance. At first your notions of your life with another were no more substantial than a pattern laid down in plywood. Then year by year you constructed the frame around the form, and began layering memories, griefs, and small triumphs like strips of veneer planking bent around the hull of everyday routine. You sanded down the rough edges, patched the misunderstandings, fared the petty betrayals. Sometimes you sprung a leak. You fell apart in rough weather or were smashed on devouring rocks. But then, as now, in the teeth of a storm, when it seemed like all was lost, the timber swelled, the leak sealed up, and you found that your craft was, after all, sea-kindly. 

The hollow sound of a broken heart

Posted in Life & Love, Relationships, Uncategorized, and Women's issues

Love takes a seatThe text message was long and detailed, and caught me by surprise on Saturday morning, right when I woke up. A childhood friend who lives in Italy was letting me know her companion of 20 years had suddenly left. The news saddened me because I knew the range of emotions she was going through – I also knew the next few months weren’t going to be easy and there was precious little I, or her friends closer to home, could do to lessen the burden.

This much I know – Graziella Arcovito

Posted in Life & Love, Relationships, and Women's issues

GraziellaThis is part of an occasional series of interviews in which we ask older women to look back on their lives and pass on some words of wisdom to younger women.

Graziella Arcovito, 78 years old

Some boyfriends come with better accessories than others. My relationship with Giovanni lasted about five years – and, while it’s not unusual that our friendship  endured to this day, what is a tad strange is that my friendship with his mother is still going.

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