Wendy Cohan
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What If? A Literary Love Story…
I don’t know why finding what we need in life and then being happy with it is so hard. I think most of us want the same things: connection, acceptance, affection, and respect. Love. Like most of the single, straight women I know, I’m still waiting — but I’m no longer lying awake nights hoping. After seven years as a newly single person, most of it celibate as a nun, I’m learning the hard way that there is no lasting joy waiting just on the other side of grief. It’s just not that easy.
By Wendy Cohan4 years ago in Fiction
You Never Really Know When It’s Your Last Time … to Have Sex
I was married for nearly thirty years, and for most of that time, my husband and I had an active sex life. We went our separate ways when I was fifty-four, and shortly after, I got involved with a handsome, sexy man who shared Sean Connery’s devilish eyes, and his charm. But that relationship, fresh out of the death of my long marriage, didn’t work out. Committed to finding what I wanted and what I’d long been missing, I continued to date — and, eventually, fell in love with someone who I thought was the man of my dreams. Sadly, I didn’t know that he was essentially living a double life and would eventually choose her over me.
By Wendy Cohan4 years ago in Confessions
Too Many Cups of Tea
Chamomile He writes that he wants to stay for a month, but a month is a long time to spend with a complete stranger. And my recent experience with a B&B guest who had to be forcefully evicted by my beefy next-door neighbor hasn’t left me in a trusting state of mind.
By Wendy Cohan4 years ago in Confessions
