Annabelle, her daughter, is a beautiful free spirit.
Diana and I met in the crazy, creative, lean years just after she opened the first Balzac’s in Stratford.
All her interests were sold this year, and the charming coffee shops took the other road at the fork.
In 1999, along with six friends, we rented a big house in Villeneuve-lès-Avignon for March break. We bought wine in Gigondas, day hiked in the Parc National des Cévennes, climbed a hill up to the remains of the Marquis de Sades's residence in Lacoste, and had fun trying to guess the meaning of French road signs. We also missed our flight home.
When Diana was adopting as a single woman, I wrote her a character reference.
She and Annabelle drove me home from the hospital in January. The inscription in her get well card read:
"I'm happy you have a new knee 'cause you have a lot more ass kicking to do!"
In design, she has a certain je ne sais quoi I admire. Two years ago, she bought a home on Lakeshore Boulevard West and with her partner Tom turned it into a tranquil lakeside retreat. You might see it in films and commercials.
And there’s a new business—one with roots in the fun stuff of her childhood.
Today I made chocolate chip cookies with Annabelle while Diana and I talked. Ray LaMontagne sang in the background.
I can tell Diana the important stuff.
We both know something about this new place in life.
Beautiful things are happening with mature women.