If Cinderella had been a 40-year-old divorced mother of four….

By Wendy Pierman Mitzel ~~~~~~~~~ “A Ball? A Benefit Ball!... Of course I want to go to a Ball!” Count me in for a social soiree anytime. And even better, help support a friend. Just a few minor details to take care of. Who will take child #1 to dance? Phone call to fellow dance mom.  “Help?” How will #2 get to the baseball game? Call ex-husband.  “Help?” Okay, check, now onto the next thing. A doctor’s appointment. An errand to run. No problem, I got this. Look lots of time. Now, to the dress. It’s a conservative crowd. Cancel out most options as winter or too boho and I’m left with the red dress. Maybe not that one, it stands out in a crowd. Quick, two hours to go and I need a fairy godmother. Call fashionable friend with lots of clothes and jewels. “Help?” Fashionable friend is on the case but has lent most dresses to working friend, who is not at home but after panicky phone call has generously allowed us to enter home and expansive closet to attack dresses with abandon. First must pass confused teenage son of working friend who stares at the two car parade pulling into the driveway and women on the move rushing into house past over-friendly Read more...