There is something more than a little heartbreaking about a young girl’s crush on a teen heartthrob (that cannot be the way it’s spelled). My daughter is currently in the throes of just such a thing. In this age of twitter and Facebook, she can feed the fire in her heart with instant updates. I had more than my family-sized share of mooning around when I was growing up. But those pop stars were as distant and unattainable as real ones. At the risk of dating myself–oh, hell we all know how old I am–here they are in so particular order:
Keeping Faith
I spent a bare 24 hours in deepest, darkest Wiltshire last week. It isn’t that deep, a couple of hours outside London and it isn’t that dark, the sun duked it out with the rain the whole time we were there. And let’s be honest, 24 hours is hardly a trip, it’s a ‘tripette’ as my friend Fiona would say. In fact, she did say it as we piled into the car with my husband.
Joy Rising, Sorry Oprah
I have a friend, one of those real ones that your kid brings over to you on the playground or in front of the school and says, “Here, this is so and so’s Mum, you’ll love her.” There are other real ones, like the girl you met Freshman year in college who is so different from you and yet so alike that you can’t stop listening to her stories and you start using the same soap she does because you want to smell just like her. But more about her, another time.