Recently, one of my younger friends, feeling the sting of singleness rather acutely, sent me an email.
“I don’t know how you do this single thing so well,” she wrote. “I’m frustrated, angry and tired of hoping.”
Then came my favorite line.
“How did you get to be 36 and single without going crazy?”
Once I got my laughter under control, I wrote back, telling her that I don’t always do it so well. I have more than my share of days when I’m lonely, confused and shaking my fist at the picture in my hallway of the Sacred Heart. Most of us do.
I also explained that the only way I’ve gotten to be 36 and single without going crazy is by not spending the past 10 years thinking about being...READ MORE