I was married for the first time in 1969. I was a teenager and it was no surprise that it was a debacle. I knew nothing about relationships or the real world. I was fresh off the ballet stage. I’d lived in a bubble with a group of other dancers and my life had been extraordinary in a singular sort of way. I’d had my own flat in Monte Carlo when I was 17, I ate delicacies from all over the world and I attended lavish parties and galas thrown by the rich and famous. I’d been an item in a scavenger hunt, I was feted at the lavish home of Harold Robbins, a powerfully successful author and I’d danced in the White House and met the President. Being normal was something I knew nothing about.
dear Andrea
I choose to subscribe to you for my love of Marianne Williamson. For the last 40 years.
I see now that Elizabeth Gilbert and you have come to being without children,
I am now a grandmother of 7 under the age of 7,
This is no picnic
I am very busy.
I would rather be writing.
Thank you for your honest writing.
"my task is to make my life work no matter what cycle I’m in .." yes. I love that. Thank you.