I have an opportunity to turn bad memories into good ones.

I was hiking with a friend today and I told her that every romantic relationship I have been in had been disappointing. That’s why I’m single. It wasn’t for lack of trying.

I love myself and I love my kids. I’m not settling when I say that is enough for me. I have deep, meaningful, intimate relationships with my friends. These relationships are profoundly satisfying.

After my divorce, I threw out all of my wedding pictures, and I smashed the wedding video with a hammer. She didn’t want them either.

I recently brought a van and trailer load of stuff from my parent’s house in North Carolina. They put all the pictures of my kids into an envelope for me. At the bottom of the box, I found a VHS tape of my wedding.

I don’t have a VCR.

I also don’t have regrets. My past is my past. It is what it is. Carved in stone. All those years have brought me to this day. They have made me who I am, and I don’t think there is much I would change if I could. I like where it has brought me.

I might have liked to learn certain lessons earlier, but everything has come in its own time.

You can’t erase your past. Not even with a hammer.

In a half hour, it will be my 60th birthday. My only regret about aging is that I have less time to adopt more children, and less time to spend with them.

As a little kid, I remember having a conversation with friends about the year 2000. That was so far away, we could hardly imagine it. I would be FORTY YEARS OLD.

I don’t know what I thought my life would be like, being older than my parents were then.