Making Connections


It isn’t news to anyone, the last year and a half has been trying, isolating, confusing, and damn right depressing. We’ve had to acquiesce, adjust, change … whatever – pick a verb – to a different way of life.

I’m not here to discuss the pros, cons, or any of the contradictions, theories, or suppositions about where we all now find ourselves, but to talk about a few observations.

People are crying out for connections.

It’s funny after turning into a society that has forgotten how to read facial expressions and largely communicates through text & emojis, we find ourselves craving to see each other and have a real conversation.

The masks, whatever you believe about their merits have robbed us of the very things we took for granted. They obscure the most important part of us in which we communicate – our facial expressions, a smile, a grimace, a frown, or a look of pleasure.

Suddenly, I find myself focusing on the eyes – the window to the soul as they say. I listen harder because words are muffled behind masks. I watch for a furrowed brow, brimming, squinted, or narrowed eyes. I listen to the tone of their voice. Is it pitched, low, loving, angered, or just tired?

I’ve become an active listener. We all have out of necessity.

On occasion, I meet someone without a mask. I don’t rush to judgment or ask about their vaccination status. I’m not afraid but thrilled to see a face and 99% of the time, a smiling face, eager to converse greets me back. I smile and speak and they respond. There’s an openness, a hunger to connect and we do.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a stranger in an elevator, on the street, in a store, or a nail salon – I feel an immediate connection. Sometimes, it’s brief and sometimes it stretches into minutes or hours. It’s as if neither of us wants it to end. It’s been so long, but we’re paying attention now. We’re looking for those opportunities. We’re really listening; not twiddling with our phones, or distracted. We’re hanging on to that moment of human-to-human connection as if by a thread.

These are difficult times, but we need each other. We need to connect, look each other in the eye, focus on the words we exchange, the stories we share, and cherish every connection.

We are not each other’s adversaries. We don’t all march to the same tune, but we are all the same and our connections make the world a better place.

We’re all in this together. Don’t ride it out in fear or alone. You’re not alone. We’re all right here, ready and eager to make connections.



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Do You Have Your Life Story Plotted Out Like a Movie?

As writers, we often find ourselves sitting in the movie theater breaking down the plot. We whisper to each other about the implausible moments, poor character development, sloppy and incongruent plot, or the surprise ending we didn’t see coming. Occasionally the end leaves us smiling, in awe of the way the plot played out and all the loose ends came together in a tidy bow.  But then there are the times it leaves us with our mouth hanging open and muttering …“What the hell just happened?”

The truth is we all live in a novel or movie of our own making. We all have a story and our lives are filled with endless inciting events, complications, and twists and turns. We rarely know how our story will end, but love, commitment, and values typically keep our story going. Until it doesn’t.

It’s been a long time since I have ventured out of my safe place, the Cow Pasture.  I’ve spent the last year asking, “What the hell just happened?” I am now a statistic. One of the many women thrust into the unknown world of a Grey Divorce The increasing demographic trend of women who have been married a long time, typically 25 -30 years, over the age of 50 who separate and divorce. According to Psychology Today, the rate of those over 50 who are divorcing has doubled in less than 30 years and the implications for women are staggering.

The divorce rate for adults ages 50 and older in remarriages is double the rate of those who have only been married once, Pew says. Among all adults 50 and older who divorced in 2015, 48% had been in their second or higher marriage. (Market Watch/Pew Institute)

This past year has been a difficult, challenging, and enlightening year for me. I am not one to lie down and curl up in a ball, even at the young age of 66.  I have always been the type to dust herself off, pull her big-girl pants up and get on with living.

As difficult as this journey has been, I intend to rediscover who I am, forge my own future, explore new adventures, and in the process share what I have learned about navigating this new life, and the phenomena of Grey Divorce.  I hope to offer tips, what to look out for, how to prepare, and what to do if it happens to you.

Based on the statistics, there are many like me out there and  I’d like to hear your story. If you would like to share your Grey Divorce story with me, contact me at with Grey Divorce in the subject line.

This is not about bashing our exes but about not only surviving but thriving through the trauma of a Grey Divorce. 

I’m making a new life for myself and 2020 is going to be a good year.  I hope you’ll come along for the ride.


I’d love to hear your comments. Talk to me. Tell me your story. I’m all ears and look for me on Facebook Page  at SheilaMcIntyreGood, PinterestBloglovinTwitter@sheilamgood, Contently, and Instagram. You can follow my reviews on Amazon and Goodreads.