December 30^th

Do you have advice to offer two middle-aged, single women whose lives are suddenly crashing in chaos?  Zoe and Sophia, BFFs for thirty years, find themselves unexpectedly cast into the world of re-creation and redefinition after decades of being faithful wives to George and Marty.  They need advice from anyone willing to offer it.  For instance, what advice would you give your Bff  if she wanted back her copy of the book WHEN THINGS FALL APART by Pema Chodron? Any advice you can give to Zoe would be helpful, but this is the advice Sophia gave her.

When Zoe’s and Sophia’s marriages splintered into matchsticks, the first thing they did, after crying like feral cats, was to become Buddhists.  Zoe’s therapist gave Zoe the book When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron.  Since Zoe’s marriage collapsed a few months before Sophia’s, Zoe had time to read and apply the concepts about living in the moment, accepting herself as she was, trying to replace anger with compassion and so forth.  Zoe kept the book next to her computer at all times and read it in between corresponding with dozens of Match.Com guys who wanted to date her.  Occasionally, she spilled food and drink on the book in a fit of sexual excitement, after particularly graphic exchanges with her growing stable of men, but she was always careful to clean off the book.

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December 29th
Do you have advice to offer two single women whose lives are suddenly crashing in chaos? Zoe and Sophia, BFFs for thirty years,  find themselves unexpectedly cast into the world of re-creation and redefinition after decades of being faithful wives to George and Marty. They need advice from anyone willing to offer it. For instance, what advice would you give your BFF if her NOSE WAS A CRUSTY, RED MESS FROM CRYING SO MUCH? Any advice you can give to Sophia would be helpful, but this is the advice Zoe gave her.

Zoe squinted and craned her neck as she looked at Sophia.  Sophia’s sad eyes gazed back at her. Finally, Zoe said, “What’s wrong?”
Sophia sobbed, “I just hurt inside, and I’m so angry at Marty for betraying me.”
Zoe stood back examining Sophia before saying, “I meant–what’s wrong with your nose? Do something with it. You have to look fabulous in an hour for tonight’s party in Boston-the one at the recording studio–remember?”
“Oh, fuck, we need to get ready,”  said Sophia, lured momentarily from her misery.

Zoe and Sophia attracted a lot of attention when they went places together. They spawned an alluring confidence and sensual energy. Somehow, they’d managed to retain (or regain after appalling marriages to their cheating, pathetic, deadbeat not-quite-ex-husbands) slender figures, good breasts, blond hair, smooth skin, firm legs, and fairly flat tummies. Fortunately for them, they were born with pretty eyes. They actually did look at least ten years younger than their ages. More importantly, they had tucked in their incredible brains and hearts years of nurturing others, loving well, making love well, raising amazing children and earning good money. Okay, let’s face it–men told them they were hot–but that expression was just a little too crass for their tastes.

“I’ll shower first,” said Zoe, as Sophia began to cry once again.  After a few minutes she called out to Sophia that the shower was free.  Zoe toweled off as Sophia stripped off her clothes and took a very short shower.   Soon they were ready to begin their transformations together.

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