Early mornings are my time. The quiet. The still. Before the children upstairs begin to stir. Only those children are not so small anymore. One is 19 and cozied up to her girlfriend. One is 17, on his last loop… Read More ›
divorce
Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht
What’s that saying? Something about God laughing while you make plans? Yeah, that’s it. So I went and did it. I went and made me some plans. And you hear that? Why that’s God guffawing! A knee-slapping, belly-busting howl! It… Read More ›
Perspectives
“I don’t think I like being married.” Lucy held her breath as she stared at the red light. Ethan sat beside her in silence in the driver’s seat of their pea-green station wagon. Lucy waited for his response. It was… Read More ›
Holding My Breath: What It Means to Be a Woman
I am a woman. But, what does that mean? What does it even mean to be a woman? I’ve attempted to come up with a nice, concise definition, and yet I have been unable to. This must certainly be because… Read More ›
A Wait and See
Another eve of the New Year is upon us. 2018 was a year spent on a roller coaster ride with a gentlemen that has ended with a wait and see. A wait and see on his end. As I reflect… Read More ›
The Antidote to Frustration
I am listening to Tony Robins right now. He’s my occasional guy. Right now, with the new year fast approaching, I’ve rekindled our relationship. He is asking me to write down any given emotions I feel in a week. Can… Read More ›
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 ›
It’s Been Five Years…
It’s been five years, five years since I told him to leave. Five years since I smashed that cake into his face screaming that old adage, “You can’t have your cake and eat it too even if you think you… 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 ›
Morning Pages 