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Another Love Letter (An Ode to Sheer Dumb Luck)

I have chin burn.

relationship, marriageKaren GurwitzMarch 26, 2019chin burn, passion in marriage Comment

Why Your Relationship Isn’t What You Thought It Would Be

Fantasies thrive in relationships. Relationships that haven’t started yet or relationships that have been going on for decades. The coulds, woulds and shoulds of relationship wreak havoc as we hang our expectations atop one another.

relationship, partnership, marriageKaren GurwitzFebruary 27, 2018donald trump, benjamin franklin, fantasies versus reality, expectations, shoulda, woulda, coulda, fantasy about relationship, not how I thought it would beComment

Can't Fight Fair? Fight Fast.

I’m not a fair fighter. When it’s time to argue, I aim precisely and always hit my mark. My insight and intuition allow me to find my opponent’s most vulnerable spot and target it with accuracy. All of which makes me an incredible asset if we are going to war. Not so much if we are fighting each other.

relationships, relationship, partnership, marriageKaren GurwitzFebruary 20, 2018fighting, fighting fair, nasty, mean, relationship, arguing a lot\, so mean when I fight, winner and a loser, I am always right Comments

Why Selfishness is Key to a Great Relationship

I am a big proponent of the self. Specifically, my self. I spend a lot of time thinking about myself (and writing about it, too). Which makes me self-ish. I’m not sure what else there is to be. The only person I experience is my self.

relationship, partnership, marriageKaren GurwitzFebruary 13, 2018selfishness, selfish in relationship, key to great relationship Comments

Oy Vey, it’s Valentine’s Day.

This week I came home to find red tinsel decorating our front door with an 'I love you' heart in the middle. My heart sank. I opened the door and there stood hunky hubby, all grins. My heart sank some more.

relationship, marriageKaren GurwitzFebruary 6, 2018Valentine's Day, oy vey, St. Valentine, I hate valentine's day, expectations, husband disappointing me o valentines day Comments

You Are Not Alone (Even When You Are)

On Saturday, more than 3,000 students lined up outside New York’s Fame! school for a chance to audition. (A total of 18,000 will have auditioned by the end of the process.)

Why Parenting Sucks Some More (The Graduates)

Bittersweet too small a word for when fierce pride and immeasurable joy crash into inconsolable sadness. But it’s all I’ve got for now. Congratulations, Graduates.

Why I Am Not Freaking Out About Gaining Weight Just Before Summer (When Emotional Eating [and smoking] is OK)

A few lifetimes ago I found myself at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel with my driver’s door smashed in so badly that it could barely stay closed. Two of NYPD’s finest (and finest ;) extricated me out of the passenger’s side. One went over to handle the other driver, the other had me lean against the trunk and asked me if I smoked.

When Hate Can Be Great

I know that love is all the rage, but hate is great in its own way, and here’s why.

When you’re curious about who you are and how you feel, hate is a shortcut to informing you what works for you and what most decidedly does not..

Three Things I Hate About Myself and Three I Think Are Just Fine (On Love and Hate)

I hate that I blurt things out at the most inappropriate times, in the most inappropriate contexts - school functions, formal dinners, funerals and FaceTiming the former president of Israel (ask me about this one).

How Self-Love, Self-Care and Self-Compassion Are Different (and also irrelevant)

With summer around the corner (in this corner of the world), there’s a lot of talk about being your best self, which somehow links to self-care and self-love, both of which can lead to self-meanness, which then calls for self-compassion. So before we drive all of our selves completely crazy, here’s a breakdown of what’s up, and why it doesn’t really matter.

Why Being Yourself is so Much Harder Than Becoming Your Best Self

The answer is right there - in the grammar.

There’s a word that separates Your and Self - a word that allows you to set your goals, commit to your workout, juice your greens, save your money, hit your target, meet your soulmate, meditate to keep calm and carry on in pursuit of your best self. Whereas being yourself doesn’t require anything - not a dash, not a comma, not a space.

I Am (still) a Swinger. Not *that* kind of swinger. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

My swinging occurs almost everywhere else — in my food, in my mood, in my parenting, in my productivity. Some days I️ go full throttle, others I️ stay down low. Also known as black-and-white and ‘woah, you are too much!’ what I️’ve never been called is middle-of-the-road.

On Feeling Full (aka The Fear of Not Wanting Anything At All)

Panic is how I would describe it. The feeling I had when presented with my cake and candles and the moment to make my wishes (oh yes, even at fifty, I take my birthday wishes très seriously). Panic because nothing came to mind. I felt full. Full of food and drink, yes, but also full in that place that always has a yearning. That low-level hum of wanting more. That irritating itch of desire that feels unscratchable. That void which drives my drive, my ambition, my force. Devoid of the void, I am...fine?

That’s no way to live.

How a Facebook Post Changed My Perspective on Turning Fifty (When Gratitude is Not an Attitude)

I’ve been reflecting on my fiftieth for some time now. Taking stock of my life, going over what I have accomplished, grieving all that I have not, reflecting on time that has past that I will never get again. Some say age is just a number, but in the game of life, resources are limited, and age is a barometer of time, a measure of how much has gone by and what is still left.

Why I Weighed Myself This Morning (and Won't Again for Many Months)

Let’s play a game. I’ll name a day and you tell me how much you weighed:

this morning,
your last check-up,
in ninth grade,
when you were nine years old. How many did you get?

Why It’s All In Your Mind (aka The Story of Our Lives)

I once asked Claude how she kept her jeans and tees so crisp and white. “I bleach the fuck out of them,” she said.

Claude is a brilliant artist with a great sense of humor, but of all our exchanges over after-school pick up, this is the one I remember.

Reconnecting to Your Self (Whatever That Means)

I got married 21 years ago today. That’s 21 years of struggles and stress, celebrations and surprises (some more pleasant than others). 21 years of my belly growing, my heart expanding and my tolerance increasing as I learned to make room in and around myself for the (amazing) people that I share my life with.

21 years of figuring out how to compromise, to share, to think of others without losing myself.

The Problem with Getting What You Want (Let's Talk About Desire)

The problem with getting what you want is that there is always more want underneath. Once you satisfy your appetite for food or for things or for power or for experiences, your desire becomes unleashed. There is more to want. More to yearn for, more to long for.

The Right to Mourn

Grief has no rationale. It doesn’t care how old they were, how ill they were, how close you were.

Grief grabs you at your chest and squeezes relentlessly, just a moment longer than you think you can hold with a sudden and momentary release so that you can inhale sharply before you’re squeezed again. (Best to have a paper bag nearby to help with breathing.)

What I Want to Say to the Dog-Walker But Haven't (Yet)

Ten years ago we moved back to NYC from the suburbs. While there, I had promised myself that when we returned, I would run in Central Park every day. On our first day back I stepped into the park at West 79th street. That’s when I saw her.

You’re Better than the Cheesecake Factory (What LA Taught Me About Turning Fifty)

I haven’t been to LA in 25 years. It’s not personal - we’re just not a match(a). I used to come here for work and race back home when I was done. The place was pretty, but fake, plastic-y, a watered down version of its magical onscreen presence. The people felt the same as well - all smiles but little more - with one of my least favorite questions making me feel like work is the worth here, and little else. I opted for New York and its absolute reality.

The Cost of Trusting Myself (i.e. What If I Am Wrong About Everything?)

Every evening, hunky hubby and I play a game (or best of three) of backgammon. The other night, I laughed aloud at something he said and told him what I assumed had led him to say it.

You’re wrong, he said.

Why You Never Want to Know Exactly Who You Are (aka Un-Know Your Self)

Lest this be our first meeting, let me bring you up to speed: I spend hours thinking about my self. I mean, I spend hours thinking about others as well, but overall I am pretty self-ish (and proud of it, too - it took me a long time to get this way.

Why It’s OK to be Devastated After a Single Date

I was asking H about a date she had been excited to go on. She said it had gone great for her but clearly not for him because he had not reached out for another.

Ugh, I responded. How do you feel?

It’s fine.

Ouch.

Who Does Your Year-End Review?

It’s time for your year-end review. The one where you go over all the stuff you got done (or didn’t), the weight you lost (or gained), the promotion you got (or got passed over for). It’s time to go over all of the things that happened this year (can you believe it?) and reckon with the fact that the year is now over (can you believe it?).

Asking for What You Want

Tis the season for gifts and giving and, by that count, receiving. We are well-instructed in the art of giving and somewhat practiced in the grace of receiving but know little about how to ask for what we want.

A Case for Distraction (aka The Problem with Being Present)

My nails are perfectly painted in Essie’s Limited Addiction.

I know this because I keep looking at them as if I am a scientist studying the art of manicure. When in actuality I am a writer practicing the art of distraction. (In fairness, I don’t need much practice in this, I’m pretty good at it.)