This is a funny story: I was sitting at my kitchen island one night last week watching Jeopardy and eating dinner with my 21-year-old son when a commercial came on for the new Diane Keaton movie called “And So It Goes.” Son (putting down pizza bagel, annoyed): What is with this woman? Me (looking upRead more…
My ex-husband and I finally and completely called it quits on our marriage on July 4, 2009. Afterwards, even though he was the one who pushed me off the steep cliff of indecision, he sent me a text wishing me a “Happy Independence Day.” And while that was kind of a snarky thing to write,Read more…
I don’t know what it’s like at your house, but over here it’s Game of Fucking Thrones without all the nudity. It’s like, everybody wants to rule the world, and I’m just waiting for my head to roll. As such, everyone who lives here is embroiled in a non-stop power struggle in an effort toRead more…
One day, during the early days of my divorce – when I lost 10 pounds in a week subsisting on wine and carrot sticks – I went to get my brows waxed (and mustache if you must know) and spilled my tale of woe to the woman grooming my facial hair. Aside from my therapist,Read more…
Here’s the benefit of dating someone who’s not really ready to be dating: You get to see how far you’ve come since your own divorce. I’ve been trying to keep it in perspective. I’ve been trying to remember what it was like when I was in the thick of ending my own marriage five yearsRead more…
I guess I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love” when it came out in 2006, along with every other woman of a certain age living in the United States. I was turning 40, had been married about 16 years and spent my days as a stay-at-home mom with four kids living in New Jersey. SoRead more…
When I’m not driving long distances or pissing my oldest kid off by writing about him, one of the things I’ve been busy doing lately is contemplating my chakras. Stay with me. Now, the seven chakras are like your energy sources – spinning wheels – that line up along the center of your body, beginningRead more…
When I am dead, I would like the following engraved on my headstone: “She got what she wanted.” And while you might think that that is a really awesome thing, getting what one wants, I’ve learned over the last 40-blah-blah years that actually getting what you want is not all it’s cracked up to be. IRead more…
The following is based on actual events. This. Totally. Fucking. Happened. Let me begin by issuing a disclaimer: I have never purported here to be particularly smart. And while I often seem to by trying to prove quite the opposite in the stories I share on my blog, hopefully I come off – at theRead more…
I didn’t leave the United States until I was 23 and out of college. Up until then, the extent of my air travel consisted of a handful of trips to Florida and a visit to St. Louis to stay with my aunt and her family the summer my parents separated when I turned 12. AsRead more…