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My Friday Night Cocktail Ritual


How it started, how it’s going

Meeting me for the first time, you’d be unsurprised to find I love books, baking, and even considered starting a business that combined the two. One thing, though, I doubt anyone would associate with me is this: I love a good cocktail. Specifically, I love mixing a good cocktail.

I’ve never been what you’d call a big drinker. Though my twenties were full of outings with friends, pub crawls, and dinner parties, I was considered a lightweight. In those days, the beverages imbibed were far from sophisticated and meant only to pack a punch with as little money outlay as possible. Even in my thirties and forties, it was rare that anything more potent than wine or beer passed my lips.

Then came my divorce, singlehood, and a desire for change. It was time to shake things up — literally and figuratively. For me — the person least likely to have a liquor cabinet — the ritual of the Friday night cocktail was born …

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How Swiftly Change Comes When We Aren’t Looking


Life as we know it

Joan Didion said in her memoir, “The Year of Magical Thinking,” ‘You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.’

Life as I knew it ended years ago. My marriage, which had been on a slow march toward its end from inception, kept me engrossed and distracted with  and a gradual and normalizing creep of isolation.

During this time, my mother was ill, though none of us knew it. We attributed her forgetfulness to aging. We had no clue that her brain was also on that slow march to disintegration. I reflect when I first realized I’d lost her, or a portion of her, and though there were many moments over the years I recall as suspect, the first moment emblazoned in my memory as a loss is when I turned 50.

I am the youngest of three children and the only girl — my mother and I have had a close relationship. Forgetting my birthday is not something she would have done. But, she did. At the time, alarm bells did not ring, quite possibly because of the pain and turmoil in my marriage. As I’ve said, I was distracted, and it’s challenging to fight a battle on two fronts.

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How I Became the Heroine of My Own Peaceful “Ever After”


We were never a model couple, until we divorced.

Recently I was told that my ex-husband and I were the perfect examples of how to do divorce right, as if doing it ‘right’ made it more palatable. I’m not sure divorce is ever ‘done right,’ but I admit our uncoupling turned out to be less painful, arduous, and angry than I ever believed it would be. Collaborative divorce was the gateway to this peaceful coexistence.

From day one, the tenure and tenor of our marriage were acrimonious. I had contemplated divorce on several occasions, but never felt it would be the final resolution.

I entered marriage with the highest of hopes after a long-distance courtship that was romantic and replete with long letters and phone calls. Despite its romantic beginnings, my marriage was a difficult one. I was hopeful and maybe little naïve, but I never expected it to be a bed of roses — and it wasn’t, except for the thorns …


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©Christine Kelly 2020

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