We thought midlife hadn't been hard enough up until now so we decide to date while we trudged through the Celibate Desert. We're so thirsty.

Stopping quickly in The Ivy’s valet area, movie star Bran Barclay stepped from his plaid Tesla. His neon smile lit up the grey L.A. horizon.

I missed her passing by 12 hours and I am mad with anguish!

My horse fell on me, violently thrashing, like a turtle stuck on his back. I looked at the silent police officer lying next to me...

“I want you to ride bareback behind me on my horse to Sagebrush,” the handsome Scot said, brushing the hair away from my face... ​Bareback?

As the car began to skid, sparks flew up from the plane's propellors as they dug into the concrete.

At Waffle House there's a chance the cook would ash his dart in the grits.

"You don't have to feign interest in film for me," he said, letting me off the hook. "Oh, thank goodness," I groaned.

He was from California, I was from Texas and we met in the bush of Australia as kids. And then we met again when our lives were almost over.

"Lark, have you ever had a woman?" No, he said but he had come close. "As close as we are now?" Suzannah asked. He shook his head and smiled

I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

I said sourly, “I used rubber bands to make my costume & you used Paramount Pictures." "You're still the fairest lass," my movie star said.

“So, you’re an ex-wife?” he asked. I was so shocked, but I laughed. “Isn’t every wife an ex-wife? I mean, eventually?” I replied.

Flying lessons and surprise tattoos: I'm not one for exclamation points but this story is just full of them.

I was already angry at him. I hauled myself up in the saddle and dug my heels hard into Mojave's sides.

“Is that your Lexus outside?” I asked her. “Uh, yeah,” she blustered. I held up my keys. "I'm going to carve the word 'whore' into it."

He put his hands against the door on either side of my head and leaned in and kissed me roughly pushing me up against the door with his body

“How can I ever win?” he asked. “By taking me roughly in the barn?” I said as I circled him on my horse, luring him with my purple prose.

I wrote that divorce does something to our children that I am not smart enough to figure out. But Gerry figured out it teaches them to leave