tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post4178177937018297336..comments2024-03-06T05:16:16.411-05:00Comments on car on the hill: Tri- Quad - Oh Hell, PentfectaFrances Kuffelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928021465309402200noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-42039844849416140562013-03-04T18:32:07.369-05:002013-03-04T18:32:07.369-05:00There's something so sad about special days an...There's something so sad about special days and holidays sometimes. Mother's Day if you're not a mom, Valentine's Day if you don't have a partner, Thanksgiving and Christmas with no family. I'm a widow and at 66 I don't think I want the responsibilities of a relationship at my age. Would be nice to just have someone I could pull out of the closet on holidays so that I'd have something to say in response to: "How was your Valentine's Day? Christmas? And so on." And oh how tired I get of "Have a great weekend," "How was your weekend?" blah, blah, blah. Hilarynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-85684025857629108482013-02-17T17:21:34.021-05:002013-02-17T17:21:34.021-05:00Frances,
I read your book Passing for Thin about a...Frances,<br />I read your book Passing for Thin about a year ago. I'm not sure why I came looking for you today, but a google search brought me here. And for some reason when I think of you, I think of how you (and how we all) started out: as tiny, innocent babies, worthy of love, worthy of EVERTHING just because we existed. I don't think that's changed. You're worth the effort. You're worth the time. You're worth more than credit card bills. You're worth more than clothes that don't fit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-62047244499100354022013-02-16T13:45:44.018-05:002013-02-16T13:45:44.018-05:00Hi Frances. I've read both your books and wish...Hi Frances. I've read both your books and wish I were half the writer you are.<br /><br />After reading this latest post from you I have what I hope is a helpful suggestion - that the best way to deal with anxieties, regrets and griefs over the things you did or didn't do, over the people who have hurt you or that you've lost, over problems you face at present and will in future, is to focus on the day you're in, to focus on getting at least a few worthwhile or pressing things done, and to enjoy what there is at present to enjoy. <br /><br />You may be rolling your eyes at this. I'm sure you've heard it all before a hundred times, and that it sounds quite facile. But I find that for me at least, focusing on the present is a discipline, that I can easily lose sight of how important it is, and that I need to keep bringing myself back to task. I hope this is an insight that is of some use to you.Orange Swanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882469292993325370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-33409720743761942312013-02-13T11:57:59.452-05:002013-02-13T11:57:59.452-05:00Wow, I can really relate! Being single and over 45...Wow, I can really relate! Being single and over 45 is tough. And being single so often equals being poor! I took eke out a living, have no current paramour, and struggle with my weight. Hang in there!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com