April 2016

I’m Clingy in Woman’s Day




I’m in Woman’s Day talking about being needy in my relationship. My article is written from the perspective of a widow, but I think these feelings arise when we’re adrift in a new romantic situation, be it from death or divorce or a break up. And much of my article is how I got over my feelings of neediness.

It begins:  One night, I told my boyfriend,”You used to call me beautiful all the time…” The next night when he said he was too tired to come over I complained, “I really need to see you tonight, I’m lonely.” And the worst cliche, when he joked we’d eaten too much at an all-inclusive resort, I bleated, “Do I look fat?….Oooh, what did he say.  Let’s go read the rest here, shall we: my clingy article.

So, please share if you know someone who might relate. And while I’m at it, and I know I say this a lot, don’t really know what I’m doing with a blog. What would you like to see here?


Chat soon,

Love, Debbie


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February 2016

I Get Sexy in Elle Decor

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One of the Few Times I’ve Tried Cooking

Last October, there was a hot, nearly naked, 30-year-old app developer in my bathroom, but I really wanted him to leave. I’d met him online on OK Cupid, and he’d suggested a rendezvous. After a preliminary meet up, I picked him up a few days later at the nearest BART station for what was supposed to be a hook up. But once I got him to my house, I didn’t feel excited. Just really uncomfortable.

I told myself that the guy was a failed experiment; what did I expect trying to live alone for the first time at age 49?

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And so starts my article in Elle Decor.  Now go read the rest of it here: The Truth About Living Alone for the First Time  And I am so thrilled.  Please share if you like it.  Tell me what you think in the comments!

Grateful for the editing help I got.

Love, Debbie





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December 2015

At 50, I Became a Widow and a Teenager (in Good Housekeeping)


Gary, My “High School” Beau, and I

Hello Lovelies,

I’m in Good Housekeeping Again.  And I am so grateful.  Here’s the start:


I was 50 going on 15, trying to figure out how to live without him. When my husband George died, I was plunged into a second adolescence. Whether I wanted to or not.

George and I were both introverts, content to socialize only with each other. When he became ill with cancer, I acted like an adult, taking care of him and everything else.When he died, I was alone and isolated. We didn’t have kids. I hadn’t worked in over 13 years. I had to do something.

Almost involuntarily, I turned back into an insecure teenager…


Now please read the rest here.  (Yeah, you’ve got time.  Have a beverage.  Put your feet up) :  I was a Teenager in Good Housekeeping

If you like this, please share.  If you don’t (Or you do), comment on why, I can take it.

Thanks for listening,










At 50, I Became a Widow and a Teenager (in Good Housekeeping)2015-12-18T16:01:50+00:00
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