On my recent European adventure I caught up with an old friend from España. Actually, he was my first real love. Ohhh, the stories I remember about Juan and that summer in 1993 make me blush and laugh out loud. He was awful and wonderful, sweet and salty, all wrapped up in a mischievous, sun-kissed, 19-year-old Spanish boy body. It was the best summer of my life. I went on to college and got married; he went on to college and got married. We both had kids, careers, and lived

In case you didn’t know, my birthday was on October 7th! This year needed some special celebration. It’s been rough. I had hoped that the year would have brought a marriage proposal. Instead, my relationship ended. I had hoped that this year would have brought smashing successes. Instead, it has been a year of soul-searching and revisiting painful memories. I had hoped this year would have been a year of hellos. Instead, it’s been a year of goodbyes — to my romantic relations