I've been single my entire adult life but for a brief four year marriage to an alcoholic. I'm not sure I necessarily signed up to be single at 68, but here we are. And the longer I go, the less I care about it. I haven't seen a dick in years. If I did see one I'd probably fall over laughing hysterically. SO THIS IS WHAT ALL THE FUSS IS OVER? THIS? REALLY??? I've never had the marriage, or the fam, or the reference points, so I can't mourn what never was. There's something wonderful, I think, about relaxing into the day and the life, and not giving a flip any more.

An old friend used to have a wedding dress hung on the back of her apartment door. No, really, she did. That was her messaging to the Universe.

Never worked. I'm just so damned glad to be in ridiculously good shape, the result of years of hard work, getting over eating disorders, healing from sexual assault. I'd rather have the company of a dog.