Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

Raising three kids between two marriages and one broken autonomic nervous system is an endless all you can eat heart break buffet.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that the rollercoaster only free falls, there are plenty of magic moments as well as dry spells.  But when love is in the air, you had better hold on to your senses because there is no telling what you may find when the dust settles.

The dating game was decidedly different when I was shadow dancing in the seventies.  Discretion was a turtleneck sweater hiding the kiss you all over to avoid exile.  As my girlfriend said, I’m sure glad there weren’t picture phones when I was growing up!

While my Mom use to check my room for signs of cigarette smoking, I now check my adolescents’ cell phones for smoking guns!  DELETE.  DELETE. DELETE.  Really? DELETE. DELETE. DELETE. GROUNDED. DELETE. DELETE. DELETE.  What was I thinking when I got free MotoZine 5 megapixel camera phones for all my children?

Then there is my college girl, where everything is a Facebook headline.  How do you mend a </3 ?  Damned if I know, but ask one of your 356 closest social networking pals and you are bound to find someone to pick up the pieces.