If you know me in person, you know that Oprah is my spirit animal. Since I was a teenager, growing up in a home where nothing was really talked about, Oprah came on television everyday and talked about everything. All the things I so desperately wanted...
Sometimes, I get really bogged down in the why-me's. Why did MY marriage fail? statistically speaking, it shouldn't have happened. We dated 3 years before getting engaged. I didn't get married until I was 27. I waited to have my first child at 31. We were...
On our first date he sat across the booth from me at Outback Steak House and over a Blooming Onion he said, "I bet you've never dated a guy like me." I replied, "What do you mean?" He held up his fingers, palms toward him, fluttered them...
I have watched for years as a Facebook acquaintance grappled with the loss of her sister from cancer. First, it was news of bad tests. Then, it was the hope of remission. Then, more bad tests. Then, less hope. Then, it was only a matter...
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...