28 Aug Weddings & Babies and What Would Have Been 10 Years
This was not published elsewhere. It's just here, for me, and whomever else might find value. Weddings and babies, weddings and babies...
This was not published elsewhere. It's just here, for me, and whomever else might find value. Weddings and babies, weddings and babies...
Where have I been? Better question, or maybe a statement, where I have I not been. I've been riding my bike by the ocean. I spent the fourth of July exactly how it should be spent, with friends on a boat. I treated my parents and...
So there's this bag. It arrived, stuffed in my mailbox. Hm. I'm not expecting a package. Upon removing it from my mailbox I glimpsed at the sender. All I needed was a glimpse, and I knew I was opening that fucker. Matter of fact, it was the...
Today was a bad day. The last few days I've been having an email battle with my ex over (what else?) money. It's ALWAYS about money. My ex makes more money than 99% of Americans and he will dicker with me over $90 for our...
The latest venom my ex husband spat via email was, "I won't be wasting another minute of my life trying to explain something to you." This came after I asked simple and reasonable questions regarding the split of our financial lives. You see, he's a...
Today has been about pictures and ghosts because my house is haunted. My Kindergartener has one of those "About Me" posters due in school in a month. Normally, I am a professional procrastinator with a black belt in inventing distractions. Something like this wouldn't get my...
My oldest is 5 years old, so that means I haven't celebrated New Year's Eve in any significant way for six, pregnant, breastfeeding, infant, toddler, kid years. But this New Year's Eve, I was lacking all of these things because the kids left for their...
I open this page a lot. I write some words. I erase them. I try again. I close the page. When I first filed for divorce about a year ago I was still taking night classes at The University of Washington. It was my last semester...
Her triage of artfully arranged photos – a sepia-toned antique truck, a fox in a suit, a black and white close up of a sheaf of wheat –they mock me from the wall of her adorable Brooklyn apartment. Those pictures, along with her library of...
I didn't think I was going to cry that much. I thought I'd be stoic and happy and excited, mostly, but I guess sometimes I don't know my own heart. I started to tear up as we got in the car to drive to the bus...