Literary Shenanigans

Dating at Forty

  Dating. Dating at forty. Dating at forty with three kids. Five years since my somewhat painful (brutally traumatic) divorce, the only relationship I’ve been in is with Ben and Jerry. But that relationship was very toxic as my weight… Read More ›

Ruminating on God

Ruminating is what I do, perhaps a little too much sometimes, and not enough at other times. Two things I ruminate often on are my divorce and my relationship with God. Of course there are various other things I contemplate… Read More ›

Broken Fractals

Fractals. Bleeding. “My fractals are bleeding,” she cried, her own tears falling into the very thing she grieved. Her fractals. Like a carefully constructed snowflake casting off tiny diamonds of light, a universe within a universe, a frozen reality that… Read More ›

Far From Ruins

From all of my experience with men, I’ve come to the conclusion that I should probably not have any more experience with men. Almost five years of abstinence. Five years! I am like a de-flowered virgin. A contradiction, I know…. Read More ›