Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

I met someone. I get him. He's a New Yorker in Dallas. He's tall. He has that Spanish look. He's interesting. We had coffee. We talked. We laughed. He kissed me on my forehead. Twice. I know me. He appeals to me. I've got to be careful. The last thing I need is to get caught up with a man who may or may not be about the life I want. But I'm feeling something. I recognize it. It's that feeling that promises more. Uh oh...

Most women my age have kids, grandkids, husbands, ex-husbands, etc. I have none of that. I have a ton of dating stories that never fail to entertain at parties, but just don’t work well in one-on-one situations. It would be easy for me to feel down — especially on Valentine’s Day — but I’m determined not to do that.  Instead, I’m celebrating my life because I have a lot to be thankful for... My family is well. They’re not perfect, but I love them and they love me. I have friends that keep me laughing and sane. I have a wealth of experiences that make me smile. I don’t have baby daddy drama or kids who drive me crazy.. I have a job that I was able to keep in the midst of the pandemic. I have faith in a God who loves me in spite of myself And because I’m alive, I have another chance to get what I want and deserve. Happy Valentine’s Day!