Open Letter to My Line Dancers
Dear Line Dancers,
Thank you for sharing Friday’s class with me. I wanted it to be special as we neared the one-year anniversary of Robert’s death, so I announced that we would devote the whole evening to the contemporary line dances that Robert choreographed for us.
Instead of reteaching the familiar ones that we dance frequently, I brought back some older dances: Night Traveler from early 2001 — the first line dance we choreographed together, before we became a couple. Oh, how I already fantasized sharing more than dance steps with this vibrant, dancing man who brought grace, skill, and enticing hip rolls to our class.
I also taught the lovely Baby Grand, I imagined Robert teaching this slow, graceful, jazz-style dance to the class in 2005, before we knew how few years he had left. As I looked around, I saw other dancers wiping their eyes and I knew we were all dancing with Robert.
When we closed with Music to My Heart, his most popular choreography among our dancers, I couldn’t hold back the tears. Several dancers hugged me, others looked about to fall apart themselves. In the room were people who had never experienced dancing with Robert because they had joined the class after Robert had left it, but they, too, seemed moved and grateful to know him better through his choreography.
After class, I started bawling in the locker room, and cried all the way home. Then later that evening, I realized something: The one-year anniversary of Robert’s death is also the 8-year anniversary of our first kiss. Now that is a day to celebrate, not mourn! I felt that the intensity of the line dance class had helped me purge the grief and invite the light of the love we started sharing with that first kiss on August 2, 2001.
You can see videos of some of Robert’s dances from my line dance page. Many, however, were before the days of ubiquitous digital videocameras and YouTube. I’ll update this post if we record some of these older dances — we do have a plan in the works.
This excerpt from Mary Oliver’s poem, “In Blackwater Woods,” resonates with me today:
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal:
to hold itagainst your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
Ask Me about My Divorce: interview with Candace Walsh
I started reading Ask Me About My Divorce: Women Open Up About Moving On, a bit worried that it would address concerns and experiences of young women exclusively and not be relevant to us. I’m delighted to be wrong. Although the editor, Candace Walsh, is a young mother, she has an old soul (that’s a compliment) and a mature perspective. The essays she chose for this anthology are filled with wisdom, good writing, and stories that make us nod, remember, often laugh, and sometimes cringe.
The women in these 29 moving essays went through divorces that were sometimes devastating or brutal, but in hindsight, usually inevitable. In some, the women initiated the divorce; in others, they were blindsided by it. Yet all the writers found themselves on a path to self-discovery that was far more enriching and joyful than their marriages had been.
Because I knew I would review the book on this blog, I looked for evidence that some of the writers were over 50. Aha, here’s a clue: this one wore combat boots underneath her wedding dress, six months pregnant with “The Hippie’s” child, and red pumps to her divorce. Ah, this one’s certain: she celebrated her 60th birthday by getting a tattoo….
As I read, I was swept away into the worlds of these courageous women who reinvented themselves after their divorces, and I discovered that it didn’t matter whether they were our age or not. Many of us remember our own divorces with the revelation that we would not have become the people we are if we had not followed that path, willingly or not.
I asked editor Candace Walsh about her insights:
JP: Did you choose these authors and essays because they were able to move on in a rewarding way?
CW: I looked for stories that relayed a “thriving after divorce” experience. I did choose these essays because the women were able to powerfully relate how they had utilized this moment of divorce as a portal to a better life.
JP: Do you think most divorces do — or can — turn out to be a good thing?
CW: My dad told me, “The year your mother and I split up was the worst year of my life. But since then, I’ve had the best years of my life.” There are indeed second acts in American lives. Let’s face it. If you partner leaves you, you have a much better chance of a better life after divorce because otherwise, you’d be with someone who’d really rather not be with you.
JP: About what percentage of these authors are over 50 compared to the younger writers in your anthology?
CW: About 15%.
JP: Does the perspective of age color how your older authors now see their divorces and their lives since then?
CW: It seems to me that they have more of a sense of wanting to seize the day. They also look back and are more forgiving; they feel compassion for their younger selves and their exes. “I don’t know then what I did now, but how could I have?” They appreciate how much more opportunities divorced women and women in general have now than they used to.
JP: What would you say to women over 50 who are in unsatisfying marriages now, but are frightened that being on their own might be worse?
CW: I would say, “Listen to your gut.” It would be easy for me to say, “Take the plunge!” But every situation is different. If both parties are willing to work to improve the relationship and make the other person feel special, treasured and loved, there’s a good chance that it could become something worth preserving. If you feel like you’ve come to the end of the road, or if you and your partner are unwilling to put any reviving energy into the relationship, or if you’re dealing with someone who’s verbally or physically abusive, you may as well get off that bus and begin anew. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
If you’re over fifty, you have a good 30+ years ahead of you, God willing, and why not enjoy those years? They don’t consist of an epilogue. No way. I am so excited to experience the decades ahead because it seems like a shroud has been lifted and women’s ability to live active, vibrant, sensual, successful lives has been dramatically expanded.
JP: Are your readers exclusively women who are divorced or contemplating divorce?
CW: One young unmarried woman said that it should be required reading for all women before they get married. We need to have a better grounding in the realities of marriage before we sign on. It’s too easy to be seduced by the expectation of a fairy tale. As little girls, we thought we were learning about love by watching princess movies.
What if we’d been coached in relationship skills instead? How to listen, how to take responsibility for our own needs, how to feel anger without lashing out, how to esteem and honor the other as we do the same for ourselves, how to talk about the elephant in the room, how to diplomatically bring up issues before simmering resentments harden into calcified, love-damaging deposits, how to be conscious of what triggers us and take the time to dismantle old hurts so that they don’t dictate our futures. And how to learn from our mistakes so that we don’t repeat them the next time.
Sure, it wouldn’t be as transporting as watching Cinderella whisked away to “happily ever after.” But it might just make happily ever after less of a fairy tale.
Candace Walsh is the editor of Ask Me About My Divorce: Women Open Up About Moving On. She’s also the features editor at Mothering, and mom to two sassy and delightful children.
First anniversary of Robert’s death
“Will you be able to say goodbye when it’s time?” I asked Robert softly, holding his limp hand in both of mine.
I couldn’t tell if he was thinking about his answer, or drifting in and out of consciousness, or even if he had heard me.
“No,” he said finally, without opening his eyes.
It was a few days before Robert died last August 2, and we both knew he was close to the end. Hospice — such wonderful people! — kept him painfree as his bones deteriorated and his body processes shut down. He drifted between asleep (or unconscious) and half-awake, sometimes painting in the air with his fingers, sometimes thinking it was time to go to dance class or out to lunch (though he hadn’t been out of bed or eaten for a week), occasionally jumping into clarity for a few precious moments.
As Robert’s cancer progressed, I felt trapped in a nightmare that I couldn’t escape or rescue my beloved Robert, who was slipping away from me day by day, hour by hour.
Now, though, I am grateful that I was able to share this profound transition with him. I learned a lot about death that I never knew, never imagined. I also learned how love wins somehow, even at the end. Robert was rarely conscious over the last few days, but when he was, he murmured love to me.
Thank you, readers, for sharing with me the exhilaration and sensuality of our great love affair and far-too-short marriage. It feels right to share this part with you, too. 
Online Dating Sites for Seniors?
I hear from readers that both men and women notoriously post outdated photos on their profiles, understate age and weight, overstate financial stability and looks, and so on. At the other end of the happiness bell curve, I hear from readers who instantly (or after 3 dates) had great sex and/or found a love connection with someone they met this way.
Let’s get specific — which sites do you use, or have you used, and what have your dates been like? Which ones have a lot of single seniors to choose from?
What are the pros and cons of the sites you’ve used? Inspiring stories, funny stories, worst-date stories — I welcome them all. I’d like to hear from single seniors and elders so that the information is targeted to my readers, and please name the site.
I’m also looking for a volunteer posse who would like to report back on an ongoing basis as you look for matches, email, meet, and date (or not). Email me if you’d like to be one of my confidential reporters.
Note: Please don’t comment here in order to advertise a site you operate or work for. Instead, if you’re affiliated with an online dating site, please email me with all pertinent info rather than commenting here. I promise I’ll respond and look into what your site offers.
Update: “Granny B” is a 69-year-old widow “looking for one last Love.” she writes a funny and informative blog titled GrannyBoogies on the highway of life chronicling her adventures in online dating. Although at first she didn’t identify the sites she’s using, instead giving them pet names like “Silvermatch” and “fishyfishy,” her July 24 post — “Granny’s adventures in cyber date land or somewhere out there…” — tells which six online dating sites she has used: e-harmony, Senior Match, Plenty of Fish, Senior Friend Finder, BBW and Cupid. She shares wisdom and caveats, such as this:
Beware of guys who are “legally separated” and don’t post a photo of themselves. Watch out for profile names (you usually don’t use your real name for your profile, I am Granny Boogies, Granny B and NVHeart on my profiles). If you find a profile name like 694U or Buttlover, you might want to take a pass. You also might want to skip the profiles without any personal information, where the answers are “just send me a message”. Watch out for guys
who take photos of themselves in their bathroom. Keep a sense of humor, remember men are both wonderful and strange. Use common sense, first dates in a public place and let someone know where you are. Yes, we are grownups so let’s use our grownup smarts.