I turned on my BBQ to grill peppers and some sausage, and just ran out of propane. I’ve worried about this day, and it’s on my list of irrational fears of being single. There’s a full tank in the closet, which a friend hauled up late last year. But it’s way too heavy for me to lift. I really, REALLY wanted to cook the dinner I’d envisioned. So I got out a thick towel, and out of sheer will and desperation, somehow managed to move the tank onto it. Then I carefully inched the towel across the wood floor of my living room and hoisted it on the terrace, and after a few feeble attempts, hooked up the grill. I’m feeling SO PROUD. And it made me believe that anything is possible.
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Long before my mother got sick and passed away, I used to worry about being without a spouse when she died. On my first night back in San Francisco after the funeral, dear friends threw me a dinner party. I felt their love as they wrapped their arms around me and fed me a delicious meal. Worrying Solves Nothing by Stefan Sagmeister
What tops your ‘fear of being single’ list?
Illustration by Wasted Rita
I prefer smart women with pleasant personalities, high integrity, humility, poise, class, above average social, listening and conversational skills, an understanding of empathy and the ability to practice it daily, good physical and mental energy and self-awareness, and a personal sense of style.
Artwork by Aliza Razell
A 37-year old man in my neighborhood who I barely know except to say hi when we pass each other with our dogs, blurted out that he has stage 2 bladder cancer. It was right after I was making small talk about the weather. The bluntness of his confession stunned me, especially as we’re practically strangers and I hardly knew what to say, except, “I’m so, so sorry.” He admitted that he had smoked for 22 years, which is the number one risk factor for his kind of cancer. After getting the diagnosis, he quit immediately.
Girl Smoking by Richard Diebenkorn