When I entered the dating world, I had a picture in my head of the guy who I thought would steal my heart. He was tall and thin, a musician and/or creative soul, an avid traveler, adorned with well-placed tattoos, a fan of over-priced brunches and a dog-lover. And I found that guy. Over and over … More How can you date someone who voted for Trump?
This past Sunday I was on my way to pick up my kids from their dad’s when I stopped to get gas, a mundane activity for most, but typically a stressful one for me–stressful due to my own procrastination. I rolled into the gas station as my dashboard informed me that I had ONE mile left to … More Running on Empty
Recently I was sitting in the waiting room of a cancer hospital in hopes of finding out if what is “probably nothing” is actually nothing. I looked around and found myself counting my blessings and praying for those surrounding me and, maybe selfishly, myself. It seems like an overwhelming number of my closest friends and loved ones have found themselves … More Waiting…
When my daughter was four, she asked me: “Who made God?” Today, at seven, she asked me: “Is America the best country in the world?” I’m not sure which was harder to answer. I fumbled for words and then settled on…it depends on who you ask. Different people have different opinions on what makes a country … More Our America
When I moved into my new place almost a year ago, my kids were excited about a lot of things: the second floor, the swing set in the backyard, the number of dogs in the neighborhood, the kids next door and the fact that there was an ice cream shop and multiple playgrounds within walking … More Monsters, Magic and Dirty Laundry
I described myself as a “recovering cynic” recently in one of my online dating profiles. (Yes, I’m dating, but we’ll save that topic for another post. Or another 30 posts. Or maybe an anonymous book someday.) Right now, we are focusing on the less sexy topic of cynism. As a result of describing myself this … More Recovering Cynic
I have a confession. I have made the very conscious decision to bury my head in the sand. I can’t read another devastating news story about a shooting or a rape or babies being injured or killed. I can’t handle it. I can’t stomach it. I don’t have the mental capacity to understand why or how … More What We CAN Do
A few weeks ago I was in the car with both of my children as well as a couple of close friends. I don’t remember exactly what my daughter was discussing, but she ended the sentence with the words “because my parents are divorced now.” That familiar knot immediately appeared in my stomach and I quickly … More Welcome to the Divorcee Club
Yesterday when we were in the car on the way home from school Wes asked whose house we were going to—because it can get confusing with our current living situation-–and I quickly responded “your dad’s house.” And then I quickly regretted that answer. When we initially decided to separate we were very careful about how … More Suddenly Strangers
This past weekend I had the pleasure of hearing Glennon Doyle Melton, author of Carry On, Warrior, speak at a local church. If you don’t already know and love Glennon, check her out. She is a tiny woman with a giant presence. The type of person who just kind of radiates light and positive energy. … More Me too. Me. Too.