As a blogger, I try to balance sharing my life’s story with protecting the innocent. Well, usually it’s the not-so-innocent who are howling about what I write here and looking for protection. I want to be honest, to write about the yuckier side of life here, but I also don’t want those I love toRead more…
I took a big bite of freedom earlier this month, tearing into it with a fierceness I didn’t know I could muster. And as I greedily swallowed all that aloneness in big, ragged pieces, I realized that it was the most liberated I’d been since I became a parent almost 21 years ago. And itRead more…
In case you’ve been living under a rock, which is what I consider anyone not as fiercely connected to Facebook as this blogger, I just returned from a nine-day trip to Greece. “What?” you’re thinking. “This would be coming as a total shock were it not for your non-stop posts about this trip over theRead more…
Sometimes I think I should have turned to screenwriting, rather than blogging as a creative outlet, because I tend to see things in cinematic terms. In my mind, I’m always composing the (improbably cheesy) Lifetime movie based upon, of course, The Life of Amy. Like one morning last spring I was jogging up a hill Read more…
Apparently, I’m about to take this whole blogging thing a little more seriously. Blogging had always been something I wanted to do, ever since I heard about the whole Web Log trend over a decade ago. “What? Writing and talking about myself happen to be two of my favorite things! I’d be the perfect blogger!”Read more…
It wasn’t until my ex-husband moved out more than four years ago that my late night nibbling began. Until then, we’d finish dinner and maybe I’d have a bowl of ice cream with the kids (I was younger then and could get away with those kinds of things) and we would have eating wrapped upRead more…
I’ve spent a lot of time over the last few years trying to make sure the universe and I are on the same page. The universe? You know, the “universe” which, according to sources like The Secret, a certain Tarot card reader I know and my therapist, returns to you what you put out intoRead more…
It happened one day last week. There I was, minding my own business in my kitchen while frittering away precious moments on Facebook, when I heard the ding of a text hit my cell. I looked and saw my ex-husband’s name pop up and felt that familiar spark of adrenaline as a panic attack beganRead more…
I know I’ve said in the past that one of the few times I missed having a man around the house was when it snowed. That is not true. I also wish there was somebody else around here (there doesn’t even need to be a penis involved) to help out when I see dead thingsRead more…
When I first separated from my ex after 18 years of marriage, I was under the impression that there would be this never-ending supply of eligible gentlemen waiting to meet me once I was ready to date. I was still fairly cute, could be funny and was in possession of naturally thin ankles. What’s notRead more…