by AnnSheybani | Nov 17, 2011 | adventure, County Cork, Derrylea, Happy Place, identity, Ireland, running
Once a year, Walt and I go to County Cork in Ireland. This tradition started when our dear friends, Tom and Don, loaned us the use of their home for our honeymoon. So taken by the place–the house, the surroundings, the people, the village–we ingratiate... by AnnSheybani | Nov 2, 2011 | cats, Confidence, Courage, identity, limiting beliefs
We have a dog named Edgar whose whole raison d’ etre is to kick cat ass. Unfortunately, we also have two cats. Peanut Butter and Mozart. Peanut Butter is a cat-hater’s cat. He’s got all the swagger of John Wayne, and the cool detachment of Humphrey... by AnnSheybani | Oct 18, 2011 | aging, attachment, Authenticity, books, connection, Empty nest syndrome, extreem dependency, fertility at 50, Gail Sheehy, growing up, husband, identity, marriage, parenting, Second Adulthood
Attending my high school reunion, I was reminded, once again, that very few people, like Walt and I, seem to want to celebrate the start of the upcoming era. The era of Absolute Freedom. The Glorious Advent of Second Adulthood. We have to remind ourselves, Walt and I,... by AnnSheybani | Sep 27, 2011 | 10 Stupid Things WomenDo to Mess Up Their Lives, adventure, Authenticity, climbing lessons, Codependency, Confidence, Courage, Dr. Laura Schlessinger, George Sheehan, goals, identity, Iran, marathon, mountain climbing, Rescue, route finding, running, Self-Esteem, Uncategorized
I climb high mountains. I’d like to offer you three lessons I’ve learned: climbing lessons, if you will. I’ve discovered over the years that there are many “mountains” in life. These lessons can be applied liberally. Lesson 1: There are many paths that lead to the... by AnnSheybani | Jul 20, 2011 | attachment, Authenticity, choosing a mate, Claire Danes, Codependency, dating, divorce, Ebola, Honesty, Intimacy, Iran, manipulation, marriage, Uncategorized
He kissed me on the lips and told me the sorts of things an insecure girl longs to hear. “I would bring you to Iran with me. I would love it if you joined me,” the man I wanted to marry said, his warm breath grazing my ear. “ I just don’t know how I could ever justify...
