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.

Colin Hall’s entire family was dead in a traffic accident on Easter Sunday of 1911, at noon as the church bells rang in the gothic belfry.

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

For a little while, your life looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. The table was set just right. But Norman painted that, you didn't.

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

A slip of paper tried to escape, fluttered out but he caught it. He took the card out and it was a Father’s Day card with childish writing

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

There's only so much temptation a couple of divorced, celibate grownups can take.

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.

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

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