Ten years ago today was one the most significant days in my life. It was the day that I pledged, in front of 150 of our family members and closest friends, that I would forever stand by one man’s side. That joyous and beautiful day is now only a distant and bittersweet memory. I stood … More 10 Lessons on Love
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
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
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
I moved out of our house in a hurry. Not abruptly, but quickly. We had been living together for two months after deciding to get divorced. Things were awkward. The tension had lessened, but the air was thick with an eagerness to move on. So when I found the perfect little home on a street … More 40 Nights