Jeanne Fiocca
- Sep 23, 2018
The Date.
He is what my mom would have called a silver fox, a handsome man whose hair is prematurely more white than gray. He's better looking in...
Jeanne Fiocca
- Aug 28, 2018
"for all of the people I've met..."
"What's a good email for you?" "jeannefiocca@gmail.com" Two text messages, early June I think. I checked my inbox soon after and there...
Jeanne Fiocca
- Aug 16, 2018
Opening Doors
"I opened a door for my date, you would have thought I gave her a million bucks," my oldest said as he held my car door open for me en...
Jeanne Fiocca
- Jun 29, 2018
Reflections on my Boy-crazy Youth
You know what I was interested in during High School? Boys. I was involved in a few things: I worked at a movie theater, I was on the...
Jeanne Fiocca
- Jun 25, 2018
Divorce is no Day at the Beach
Yesterday my 18 year old son headed off to Virginia Beach with some friends. I was delighted. I had speculated that having a full time...
Jeanne Fiocca
- Jun 21, 2018
Unreasonably Annoyed
I am unreasonably annoyed at my neighbor. She is preparing to move, and has had a caravan of cars outsite of her home for a week. Over...