The New Normal

Funny how we adjust.  First I thought I could not live without my husband.  Even after he absconded and I was somehow still alive (though, barely, in retrospect), if you had told me that I would in similar vein lose one of my children I would have said that in such a case I could not breathe.  Indeed, I suspect I did not.  Not for a long time.  Not really. Continue reading The New Normal

A Tale Of Two Rings, or: I Am A Cheap Date, Giovanna Has Other Ideas

My ex proposed on holiday in India.  The fact that there was no ring did not impinge on me until we got back to the business school where we’d met, and people started asking to see it.   Continue reading A Tale Of Two Rings, or: I Am A Cheap Date, Giovanna Has Other Ideas