I’ve spent the good part of a year in a state called “Grief.” My grief is not unique to others. My grief is not a new kind that’s never been felt before. My grief is not deeper than someone else’s. My grief is not different at all. My grief is the same kind you feel.…Read more »
The Unexpected Joy of My Divorce
I was sitting on a secret for almost a week before I decided to call my father. He had noticed I was distant the past few months but I didn’t let on that it was anything more than stress at work, stress with the kids or the usual busyness of life. I could tell he…Read more »
When the Kids Leave
Ok, so here’s the honest to goodness truth, divorce sucks. I know, shocker. The process is horrific, painful and gut-wrenching. Sharing custody of your children can really suck, too. But it can also give you, as a parent, the break you never knew you needed. I can’t tell you the last time (before my divorce)…Read more »
The Problem with Change
Do you like change or do you hate it? Do you thrive off it or does it paralyze you? Are we meant to stay the same forever, or does learning happen in the process of change, growth and evolution? I think we all know the answer, so why are we all so damn afraid of…Read more »
Introducing the BLOG Store
Well if this isn’t a long time coming, I don’t know what is! I’ve had SO MANY requests for a Store on the blog. What I hear most often when I write memes or little quips is, “I’d totally wear that on a shirt!” Well, NOW you CAN! This is coming to you, my…Read more »
To the Ones Who Left, I Will Always Remember
To the Ones Who Left, I don’t think we understand the magnitude of pain until we experience it, live in it and see it through to the other side. At the beginning of my separation from my now ex-husband, my life was in chaos. Literally deconstructed. Emotionally devastated by a life changing decision I made.…Read more »
‘Coming Out’ Set Me Free From Anxiety
I’ve suffered from anxiety in one form or another since high school. I didn’t realize it was anxiety, however, until just a few years ago. I always classified myself as high strung, and stressed, but never anxious. Anxious always meant something was wrong with you, and as a teenager, the last thing I wanted…Read more »