On June 29thsingle@60sucks.com will officially end.  After much soul searching and deliberation, I have decided to close this particular chapter of my life. Initially launched 3 years ago, for the sole purpose of establishing a social media presence in order to promote my humor book about online dating, single@60 took on a life of its own. Part advice column and part personal platform, its posts tackled dating and ageing and the roller-coaster complexities of relationships with an irreverent style that resonated universally. Although aimed at older single women post-divorce, single@60 fou ..read more

I slept with the Turk last month. Oops, I stand corrected. There was no sleeping involved. Nor standing, for that matter. It was, in fact, sitting. Specifically, on a wooden bench in the basement of his restaurant. Surrounded by shrink-wrapped cases of bottled water.  I apologize if the visual is startling. Btw, the water was sparkling. Not that it matters. What matters is that it happened. And the irony is fluid. Not literally, as in the sense that several hundred bottles of Switzerland’s finest Mineral Wasser should bear bubbly witness to the end of my 8 ½ month dry spell. But rather cosmica ..read more

I often write about life’s lessons learned. Although a continuous process, the most precious lessons, however, are typically learned via a method dubbed “the hard way.” In other words, good things don’t come easy–and experience is a hell of a teacher! (Usually she gives the frickin’ test first—and the lesson after.) It’s a time-proven (and dependent) system complete with a catchy tagline designed to trap the masses: with age comes wisdom. Yeah . . . well . . . I have a question . . . actually two . . . Who the eff decided this was the way it was going to be!? And more importantly, who forge ..read more

“Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.”   Voltaire Falling for a narcissist is like booking your love boat cruise on a garbage scow—or a doomed ocean liner. (Take your pick—either simile works.) You set your course and mind on a new adventure of romance—and the whole thing sinks like the freaking Titanic. Great. Now what? In keeping with a travel theme, relationship experts will tell you getting over a failed one is a journey, a progression of phases through numerous stages that take time to reach and even more time to leave. As a traveler upon this trek of gl ..read more

In last week’s post, “Getting Over the Guy Who Got Over Me,” I addressed the arduous process of relationship recovery. Of the many steps involved is the one I called the “rose-colored glasses off” phase, a stage whereat you begin to see the relationship (and him) truly. (Read to mean: as it [he] WAS—and NOT as you WANTED it [him] to be.) Hold this thought. I also spoke of wanting (needing!) closure. Most women do, especially because we are usually left in the dark with unanswered questions as to why. Rarely, however, do men give it.  The chances of an explanation, an apology—fuck!! even the ac ..read more

I started this piece months ago and then shelved it. “Oh, Lord . . . not another ‘poor me, I got dumped’ themed post,” I thought. Of late I’d written so many on the subject I feared I’d become a one-trick pony. Besides, sufficient time had elapsed since Sunday’s fade to black disappearing act had commenced, I was determined to let the bastard bygone lover be bye-bye gone. Life-wise I had turned a corner. I didn’t need to announce it. Writing-wise, I needed to move on. Then I read an online post in one of the divorced, women-only, starting over groups I follow. The writer posed the question, “H ..read more