I married my sweetheart in my mid 20’s and looked forward to a happy family, with all the trimmings. As is so often the case, things didn’t work out as planned. Divorced at 35, I thought my life was over. A stint with a personal trainer and a membership on Match.com convinced me otherwise. I envisioned myself as a happy second wife and world-class stepmom. After a series of long and short relationships, I finally have come to terms, I think, with the awareness that this neat happy ending probably isn’t in the cards, for me. I know, I know, it only takes one special person, and you have to be “in it, to win it” (as is the motto of the New York Lottery), but surrendering to the possibility of being a single gal for the duration of my time on earth has a strangely empowering feel.
I spend my life honoring the love of couples and important milestones of individuals and families. This is work that I cherish and hold dear to my heart. Truly, when I became a Celebrant and wedding officiant a dozen years ago, I found my “call,” full stop. There is nothing that I’d rather do. But here, in this little corner of the internet, I can ruminate about the opportunities and absurdities—the good, the bad, and the ugly—of being a single lady in America’s most exciting city.
My intention is to serve up portions of useful—dare I say thought-provoking—information around mind/body work, learning, entertainment, work (and play), and so on, all with generous helpings of humor on the side. I think of this as a love letter to mature, single women and the City of New York.