Flames You Can’t Put Out

By Tamara Shayne Kagel
Published on March 30, 2011

Vestiges of Exs

By Tamara Shayne Kagel
Published on January 18, 2011

Goodbye, my almost

By Caroline Cobrin
Published on April 3, 2008

In an earlier column I talked about the differences between an "almost" and a "beshert," and how I will always have a special place in my heart for that "almost" who helped me to find myself and the person that I'm supposed to be with. What I realize now is that as time goes by, my "almost," just like nearly every memory of old friendships, is starting to fade in importance.

The Dealbreakers

By Carin Davis
Published on July 7, 2005

My blind date, Scott, likes college hoops, '80s TV and helping others. I like his cute tuchus. I'm thinkin' we'd make a fine pair of Jews. We stray from the first date playbook and follow a Santa Monica dinner with a Main Street stroll. As we walk past yet a third unique boutique on our way to get dessert (that we don't want) and more time together (which we do), Scott says those three little words that can rock a girl's world. "There's my car."

It's a PT Cruiser -- washed and waxed today, valid registration, parked less than 12 inches from the curb. No fuzzy dice, high school tassel or pine-scented Playmate air freshener. The car doesn't scream "show-off" or "shady," Speed Racer or gas guzzler. What it screams is middle-aged dad. More specifically -- my dad.

Ex-treme Takeoff

By Carin Davis
Published on April 21, 2005