The Best Endings Are Bittersweet

My kids loved camp.

L-o-v-e loved it.

They started out as campers

and ended as counselors and program directors

nearly a decade later.

Somewhere around sophomore year in college

Tessa decided

it was time to break up with camp.

Ben got there a few years later.

Bittersweet for both,

but time.

The same is true for any relationship –

friends, school, homes, jobs, lovers.

The time to leave is when it’s bittersweet.

If you stay beyond bittersweet,

you’ve stayed too long.

I still have fond memories of all

but one job

I’ve ever had.

The one that lodges dark in my mind

with only bitter anger and disappointment

is because I stayed well beyond

when good sense

and integrity should have told me to leave.

And that was just after a year.

I had my reasons,


but even that should have had

me make a move sooner.

Similarly, I’ve stayed friends

with most of the men I’ve dated

mainly because one of us

had the presence of mind

to leave

while we could still see –

if we squeezed our eyes tight–

the person we fell in love with

on the other side of the table.

Bitter, but oh so sweet.

Risky But Not Reckless

Finding Small “f” Fun